Dave Franklin can actually write. In fact, he infuses a great deal of personality and energy into every sentence and so I'm actually sad that I had to give Girls Like Funny Boys only a two star rating.
Even Franklin's abilities can't save the story from being a wirlpool of groan.
The biggest problem is that Franklin wants you to know that this is Australian in the 1980's AND HE WON'T EVER LET YOU FORGET IT. In fact, there was a reference to either the location or the time period in almost every second sentence. From the name dropping of bands, to hair styles, clothing styles, cars and the painful rendition of the Australian accent and slang, to the Aussie locations and pubs used in the novel. It felt like Franklin was screaming in my face: "THIS IS AUSTRALIA IN 1986!!!!!! WOOOOOOT!!!!!"
The main character, whilst crying and sniffling over his poor dead dog was also drunkenly molesting a young woman at a party. Then he'd cry about his dog somemore. Then he'd think about sex. Then he'd whack off to a porn video.
He kind of lost me very quickly. I know we're exploring adolescents here but strangely I wasn't in the moood for reading a dude making tissue babies to a graphic porn movie. You can leave SOME mystery to your character, you know. I mean, I've got quite a few Goodreads friends and followers who I almost NEVER update about my sex life. Yet strangely they still read my reviews.
Wait, SHOULD I be adding saucy details about intimate moments here? Will this get me more readers? Will I then be considered 'gritty' and 'real'?
I think this book had a good concept and Dave Franklin has a natural craft with words but I think he had a great deal of difficulty bringing the concept into a readable and enjoyable story.