I devoured this book. It rocked my world, Weezer style. My inner-musician loves all the music references. My inner-writer loves how epic and memorable the voices are for these two characters. My inner-romantic loves how deceptively sweet this edgy, quirky love story is.
I needed a book that started with an “N” for my YA book club challenge, and after reading a bunch of 600 page books, I wanted something quick and interesting. This was both! Now, I have no idea why I shrugged it off before. I’m incredibly upset about the fact that I almost didn’t read this book. What a loss that would have been! I had a weird bias against it, and when the movie came out (which I refused to see, because who in their right mind sees a movie before reading the book?) I thought maybe it just wasn’t for me. I don’t know what I was basing that decision on . . . Okay, I do. Clearly it was poor judgment and idiocy.
Also, I was so WRONG about what type of story this was going to be. This book is epic and delicious, and I would have read it straight through, if I hadn’t started at 1 AM last night. As it was, I read well over half before deciding to get a bit of sleep. The first page pulled me in, and I didn’t want to ever get back out.
If you’re one of those conservative types who gets all bent out of shape about language or sex or blames an author for writing characters who are true to themselves (instead of a PG 13 agenda), then this one potentially isn’t for you. Proceed with caution. It’s too bad, though. You’re missing out on a memorable story with enormous heart and incredible voice if you pass it up.