I was on quite a roll this year—I hadn't read a single book I hadn't liked. Then, of course, I eventually came across the quintessential "oh so very sI was on quite a roll this year—I hadn't read a single book I hadn't liked. Then, of course, I eventually came across the quintessential "oh so very special white girl who has everything but is still discontent" book. I liked Silver Lining Playbook. I liked Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock. I don't know what Matthew Quick was going for with this book, but he missed the mark with me.
This felt like a desperate attempt at guessing what a teenage girl might sound like if you'd chatted with one over breakfast and skimmed Twilight a few times to truly understand how their innermost thoughts are composed. And in a fit of brilliance you finished several John Green books in the course of one night and decided that the world needed yet another book about pretentious rich white teens who just don't fit in. Nothing against John Green, but his emulators need to step it up. I need more than two catchy literary allusions and a nice name like Frederick William Pushkin for my male YA leads. I also need to believe that I'm actually reading a book about a girl and not a book written by a guy in which every single other female in the novel is essentially downgraded to a self hating drunk slut (Nanette's thoughts, not mine).
And I'm quite tired of so called smart talented teens deciding that they no longer need to go to college because of reason x, y, never had a job before and are drenched in rich white privilege and a sense of entitlement to a writing career and their parent's salaries *cough* I meant z.
(Looking at you Someday This Pain Will Be Useful To You)
Yes, there are teens like that out there. No, I don't care about them. Almost as much as they don't care about me. They can continue to be disaffected and intellectually superior and I will continue graduate school and actually get a job.
The romance isn't really worth mentioning because it was largely non-present for the second half of the book. And in pretentious books the love interest (view spoiler)[dies. (hide spoiler)] Not that I noticed. Or really cared. Also, can we discontinue the myth of bleeding profusely the first time a girl has sex. That simply does not happen at the rate YA authors think it does. Unless the boy literally abuses the inside of her vagina and slices through her hymen with his sword-like penis, you cannot bleed enough to drench your sheets. Unless you actually do have a knife up there and you're tearing out her uterine lining. Hmm.
Female anatomy — google it.
By the time Nanette starts speaking in 3rd person and begins her experiment I'd mentally checked out and started wistfully thinking of the next book on my to-read list. To be fair, this was more entertaining than Suicide Squad, which honestly doesn't say much for the merits of this book.
EDIT: Straight Rich White People... Please stop saying you're misfits. And queer. And outcasts. You might be smart, you might not fit in, but you're really not all that different from your other straight rich white compatriots. Trust me. Go to Boston, you'll meet 10,000+ copies of yourself.
I am waiting for the day when we start getting books about actual misfits that get made into movies... Perks is one of my favorite books, yes, but that does not preclude the fact that there are real outcasts and misfits who are ACTUALLY discriminated against due to racial identity, sexual orientation, and mental illness. Just because Becca doesn't read books and you can't have a conversation about Proust with her and all the boys around you are douchebags doesn't mean you need to destroy your life. Get an internet connection and go chat with the kids you'll be going to college with on a forum. Speaking from experience, it makes life a lot easier. ...more
Ugh... This was so sickeningly sweet. Part of me is like, I hate it. And the other part is like, God, why can't romance be this easy!
The main plot liUgh... This was so sickeningly sweet. Part of me is like, I hate it. And the other part is like, God, why can't romance be this easy!
The main plot line is actually a good catalyst--the girlfriend dying--but I wish the romance between the two girls after her death had taken more time to develop their relationship. Cute book though. More character development would've been a plus, but too cute. ...more