Date Me, Bryson Keller

by Kevin van Whye

I’m finally focused on the movie when I feel a sudden weight on my shoulder. Startled, I turn to find Bryson’s head there. His eyes are closed and he’s snoring slightly. I watch the rise and fall of his chest. He nuzzles closer to me, his head finding the perfect spot to rest. While he sleeps, Bryson’s totally oblivious to the effect that he’s having on me.

There have been other scenes less egregious, but this is lifted straight out of the manga. If this book was described as an adaptation from the start it would be one thing, but it wasn't, and it's definitely adapted. At best. Can we act like Japanese intellectual property is as deserving of respect as western stories just once

I’ve never before written a story so personal, so very tied to my own lived experience and history.

SERIOUSLY???