I think it's safe to say the rating here is three and a half stars. I feel that is just, more than fair. Don't get me wrong, the novel is great, American, but it is also a whatever; I came off it feeling duped and maybe a little swindled by it. Like some people, books should be refundable too, by that I mean, we should be able to unread them and forget that we ever read them in the first place. I don't regret reading this, I just wished it had more, more to offer, that it was more. And then again, I didn't want to stop reading it, so it was skillful. But like most first time joys, it was too frustrating to be truly joyous, I did enjoy most of it, ugh I don't know! Great cover though. I am listening to Ár Var Alda by Warduna and it's obviously affecting me.
Okay, we need to talk about Quinn Roberts. Our Designated Driver (No, not Ryan Gosling:)) here. He was full of it, full of himself. He was vulnerable, sad, insightful, giving, selfish, irritating, poignantly funny. He annoyed me, he amused me. In other words, he was real. It's not what he wasn't charming, he did charm me. But man, was he self-centered. Listen, I like self-centered characters. I am one in most of the stories. But Quinn just takes the prize here. I mean, I loved his friend Geoff, who kinda reminded me of Alo Creevey from the third generation of Skins, that's how I pictured Geoff anyways. I even liked Quinn's sister and she was fucking dead. Spoilers, I think? And that was his whole arc, by the way, not being gay or coming out. (Also, I can easily see Brie Larson or Melissa Benoist playing Annabeth in the movie, if they end up making one)
Another thing, maybe it is a very personal pet peeve, but I am not a fan of when they try to sell you a book saying its main character is Holden of this generation. Um, how about no. How about letting a YA book featuring a troubled teen stand on its own merits? When the fact of the matter is, I didn't even like the original Holden. I loved Catcher in the Rye and what he had to say but he didn't really do anything; he decided to go and then he decided to stay. Compared to Holden, Quinn did loads. To me, there is only one who could have been the next Holden and that's the protagonist of Back Roads by Tawni O'Dell, and even Harley Altmyer wasn't anything like Phoebe's brother.
I am not sure if this book was marketed as gay YA, but it felt like just normal fiction to me, mainstream which is good. Maybe it's my dislike of sub-genres or labels in general. Though I was expecting this to be, well, heavy. Funny thing, I thought this would be more like Ari and Dante and that one to be like this. Light.
Like many others, I wasn't feeling the whole Amir angle, he was just too bland. I guess, he was there to move the plot along, which is fine. It is just, there was nothing there, their relationship felt empty, but that wasn't even the most egregious part. What irked me was the tired trope of getting over the death of a loved one bit. Was not expecting that at all.
I must say that for some reason this novel kept reminding me of Perks of Being a Wallflower, the movie, not the book.
I probably didn't read the synopsis right, I thought this would be about Quinn making movies with his sister Annabeth. Whatever happened to that novel? Where was that? I would have read it, and I am sure of it, cherished it as well.