They say you should never trust the hype. Well, they would be a 100% right.
So what's this book about. Sam and Charlie used to be mates. But Sam decided to ditch Charlie because, you see, Sam is gay and he has a crush on Charlie, and he just can't deal. Okay. Cool.
Fast forward one year. Sam's parents are separated. His dad ran off with another man (because, see, he's gay too), and his mom just got a new boyfriend, Teddy, who's a homophobic asshole (and one of the most annoying characters ever to be written. Seriously, how many fucking stupid nicknames can this guy come up with?), he still deeply closeted and he has a crush on the new guy.
Things are not much better for Charlie. His mom died of cancer and his dad is wallowing in depression so he's basically become the parent in the house. He's also turned into a pothead, which his sanctimoniously judgemental girlfriend disapproves of, and he owes a lot of money to his dealer. And the dealer his getting real impatient.
Yikes.
The book is supposed to tell the story of how these hardships will allow Sam and Charlie to find their way back to each other and revive their friendship. And okay, this does technically happen by the end of the book, but in such a stilted and unrealistic way that the reader is left wondering if that friendship wouldn't have been better off remaining buried after all.
I have to say, though, that I have a soft spot for Charlie as a character. He makes a lot of bad decisions and he is understandably lost, but at his core, you can just feel that he is a nice and decent guy. Sam on the other hand is... Ugh. The archetypal petulant, whiny, self-centered brat who thinks he's smarter and knows better than everyone else. He really doesn't deserves a friend like Charlie. But what can I say? Sometimes gold choses to associate with garbage.
I won't bother mentioning the other characters because quite frankly, they might as well not have been there at all for all the sad accumulation of clichés that they were.
This book wasn't just insanely boring and poorly written; it was also populated by the biggest population of assholish characters I've stumbled upon in a long time.
Plus, I feel like at some point, the author felt just as tired of writing this shit as I felt reading it, because the ending is so rushed, it's like he literally just gave up telling his story. Not that I'd mind. Because if there's any redeeming quality to this book, it's that it had the good grace of being short.
Hard pass.