“Creating the perfect playlist is actually an art form. There’s an attention to detail, and emotional intelligence, the creator must possess to successfully pull it off.”
This isn’t an upsetting book, but it sure as hell upset me. I didn’t like this, and I'm becoming resigned to that fact. Don't get me wrong, it's definitely not a terrible book for those who like wholesome, low drama, non-confrontational novels, but it's clear that I'm pretty much over contemporary Young-Adult books as a whole. Fantasy will keep, but otherwise, I think I'm out. Ugh... I’m just so disappointed. It’s funny because even if I were still that person who devours cute, fluffy YA on the regular, I think I’d probably still hate this. Sorry, book. In my mind, it’s literally the same story as Only Mostly Devastated; it’s got the same fake ass friends, the same wishy-washy love-interest, and finally, the same punching-bag protagonist... named Ollie! Huh, weird coincidence. It’s the same, It’s all the same!!! I think my growing indifference is mostly due to the fact that YA books almost always have to have their mandated moralizing inserted by the end. No matter how awful other characters are, you just know that there will be some sort of lesson to be learned. Which I mostly get, you know? Got to impart knowledge on the young folks, or whatever. “I believe the children are our future!” But sometimes it seems like these authors go out of their way to create all these insufferable characters to piss me off specifically. A pointed attack, if you will. Well, if this is a test, then it’s one I’ll gladly fail every time, I am not the strongest soldier. So, why exactly did I read this if I knew I’d probably hate it? Well, first of all, the blurb literally says that “Ollie Fitzgerald is ready to move on…” and I thought that he'd be ready to move on! Foolish, I know. And look, I’m obviously not thinking he'd stay vindictive the whole book (like I would), nobody watched John Tucker Must Die thinking they’d actually kill John Tucker (Did they? I’ve never watched. They should have if they didn't.), but I thought that maybe, just maybe, Ollie wouldn’t fold so damn quickly. Twenty pages in and he’s already preaching forgiveness and "looking at both sides." No! Stay strong, brother! Look at your side and stick with it! Not to get too much into comparison territory, but I think the only Young-Adult book I’ve read that’s gotten the “Oh-Hey-I’m-in-love-with-my-straight-best-friend” dynamic right is Picture Us in the Light by Kelly Loy Gilbert. And that’s because the main character is focused on other, more important things. Family drama, you know how it is. Otherwise, as far as I’m concerned, the whole ass trope could go in the bin. So… like I said, I’m disappointed. But not because I was expecting to love this the same way I loved Felix Ever After, but disappointed because this genre doesn’t have the same hold on me as it did when I used to be obsessed. It's not world ending, but it is a little sad and a little annoying. Like a “rock-bouncing-around-in-your-shoe” kind of thing. Like my excitement that Lupita Nyong'o was going to be in the newer Star Wars movies only to realize they had her playing a toad creature, or like how Khalid had one banger in 2018 and then just kept releasing the same song since then, or how I used to love scrolling on Twitter until it was bought and ruined by a toad creature. It just kind of sucks.
Hey, remember how I said that the “unrequited” thing works for me if the main character focuses on other stuff? Yeah well, the second half of the title promises a “Heartbreak Anthems” type deal, and I'm salty that that is not what I got. Where's the heartbreak? The anthems!? Don't ask me why, but I imagined Ollie would be out here making some kind of dramatic playlist to get over his buddy, Nash. Silly me for thinking that'd be the case. Oh yeah, the love interest is a jock named Nash. Well, he sure had me gnashing my teeth at how dull he was heh heh. I don't know if you know this, but I've been known to enjoy music on occasion, so it’s probably not a big surprise as to why reading a book that's music focused would be really exciting to me. I put song lyrics on every one of these reviews, so I thought I'd be the exact target audience for this one! I thought that maybe Ollie would be making a playlist to get over his heartbreak? I don't know, I'm just spitballing here. Because... nah, other than Ollie, the side-characters barely seem to even like music on any level! And even with Ollie, It's really just him name dropping stuff and then we move on to his dumb crush on Nash, who sucks ass. What’s up with that? I’m going to assume that this was done so they wouldn’t alienate the non-music nerds, but all they really did was alienate… me! A huge music nerd! There’s nothing resembling a deep dive or love of music to be found here! I'm sad to report that there isn't a musical quality to this book. Boo, that's really too bad. And even if it didn’t match the vibe, I was at least wishing for more of a discussion about pop music or even the general culture surrounding it. Now, I don't need “Anthony Fantano” deep cuts every couple pages about flavoring and whatever else he’s always yapping about, but I don't know, something else! Any discussions about music are actually pretty surface level and it felt like a large part of this book’s concept was forgotten at the outset and then quickly course corrected with a few relatable and topical conversations sprinkled throughout. And even then, it’s just so~oo safe! For example, infamous producer, Jack Antonoff, is brought up, but it’s all a positive, sunshine and roses, kind of deal. Pre-approved prose. You’re telling me that a bunch of nerdy music gays have absolutely nothing super opinionated and rude about the guy that can’t be mentioned without the hate train coming in? I’m not saying I want this book to be a hit piece, but Ollie himself is a frequent visitor of the Popheads subreddit (which I consider a somewhat deep cut for a YA book), so there’s no way all his opinions on music are as well-adjusted as they are portrayed here. My culture is being erased!
Anyway, this bit isn’t a complaint, but I thought it was odd that Ollie mentions someone wearing a Dua Lipa shirt, which… come on, I like her as much as the next gay, but I’ve never heard of somebody wearing a shirt with her face on it. It’s a small thing, but it did add to the falseness I constantly felt while reading this. A studio interference, CEO, type of vibe. “You're out of touch, I'm out of time." I know that the folks who are super into studying the technical aspect of music and turn over every little nook and cranny get a bad rap, and making an entire book about that particular niche sounds tedious, but I’d much rather read about people who care too much than those who don’t care enough. I mean, I rolled my eyes pretty hard when Ryan Gosling explained what jazz was to Emma Stone in La La Land, but at least he was passionate about something. I'm of the mind that a little pretentiousness is warranted and even welcome if you’re going to be writing a book about music nerds. You could say it’s ironic that this bothered me because, in a way, this book is trying to appeal to the masses the same way pop music does, but I know a lot of people get crazy into studying pop as an art form the same way they’d do any other genre, so I thought it’d be fun to explore that angle in a book for once. Like, why pair up Ollie, a self-proclaimed aficionado (though you wouldn’t know it by reading this), with a rusted, walking lamp-post like Nash? What do they even have in common other than the fact that they both like dudes and are often found standing next to each other!? I’m not being facetious; I’d really like to know these things! Tell me! And not to do a full 180 on the idea of “intense-deep-dives-on-music” vs. the “it’s-really-not-that-deep” crowd, but I also thought it was bizarre (I'm running out of descriptors) that Ollie strictly listens to pop music but doesn’t enjoy dancing? You don't even have to be good, but you've got to at least try to get your back up off the wall, dude. You could even just move your head to the beat. Unless he’s one of those “Anthony Fantano” types who sits there and dissects every little thing rather than trying to feel the vibe (Anthony Fantano Mention Count: 2). Hopefully that's not too shady, different strokes for different folks etc. etc., but all I know is that if someone puts on “Physical” by Dua Lipa, then I’m going to be out there on the floor. Final ramblings, but has anyone else noticed how characters in YA books never seem to listen to anything other than pop or indie music? I’m not implying anything (or maybe I am! dun dun dunnn), I just think it's interesting how none of these high-schoolers listen to hip-hop or seem to know it exists. Hmm. It's like every YA student lives in some Twilight Zone mirror world. Again, I'm not saying what I'm not saying, but I just doubt that the music climate has changed so~oo much that interest in the genre has completely dissipated. Okay, I think… that’s it! Phew, let me catch my breath. Alright, those are all my opinions that I’ve ever had and will ever have until the end of time. I kind of hated this, and I’m kind of glad I can move on to the next one. I'm walking out the scene like a hole in my jeans.
Made a mistake, I keep it straight with you / I wasn't capable, of keeping away from you / I can't even flex, 'cause not even time / And not even lies, could take me away from you, yeah / I see you got me on read / Can't get that shit out my head (Can I – Kiana Ledé).