Sunday, February 9, 2014

Book #18: Dirtier than all the Harry Potter, Breaking Dawn and Hunger Games books, combined*

I love books about books and books about writers. I love good stories. Book #18 just became one of my favorite books of all time. This book is everything, this book is amazing.

 It is candid and raw and smart and the one year it covers is perfectly measured in letter sized increments.  If I could put the book down (which I couldn't, I just couldn't) I would've gotten a pen and made a list of my favorite quotes.

But I didn't, because that would mean putting the book down, stopping the story, getting off the train, and I couldn't.

 This book had more sex and drugs than all the first 17 books I read combined, dirtier than all the Harry Potter, Breaking Dawn and Hunger Games books, combined.

There was marijuana, alcohol, LSD, abortion, molestation, and the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

And it worked, it just all worked because it was the honest brave experience of a sixteen year old boy making sense of  love, friendship and death.

I finished the book while Zoe was still asleep but when she wakes up,  we're going to have quite a talk.