I had high hopes for this book, it came with much acclaim as realistic (non-vampire) YA fiction and I came away with a feeling I had been manipulated. Granted, all fiction does that to some extent, but the turn off comes in the repeated, real-time realization. The work is enveloped by a pedantic, romtanicized, pandering, tone. Can we just agree bullying is bad? Please, let’s stop writing about it.
Rowell nails a ciphered, lost feeling well; her willingness portray real ugliness is riveting. Thankfully, I’m old because growing up is complicated.
The work is appropriate for an sensitive kid, and perhaps it could lead a few to discover an empathy for others at the risk of a reputation.