"I called you boy, didn't I? But time passes in the blink of an eye, and it's a young man you are now, isn't it? How old are you?"
"About fifteen, I think. Though I still feel the same as I always did," Bod said, but Mother Slaughter interrupted, "And I still feels like I done when I was a tiny slip of a thing, making daisy chains in the old pasture. You're always you, and that don't change, and you're always changing, and there's nothing you can do about it."
"I want to see life. I want to hold it in my hands. I want to leave a footprint on the sand of a desert island. I want to play football with people. I want," he said, and then he paused and he thought. "I want everything."
"Face your life
Its pain, its pleasure,
Leave no path untaken"
"Leave no path untaken," repeated Bod. "A difficult challenge, but I can try my best."
It was entertaining, sweet and full of adventure. I happen to have a fondness for graveyards, so having epitaths and stories of people from other centuries wound into a modern-day murder mystery kept me wanting to turn the pages. I recommend it with gusto.