This is perfection. The voice is so strong and unique, and this story feels incredibly honest in the most off-key kind of way.
It digs down deep into the rawest parts of being a teenage boy, particularly a teenage boy who is a bit confused about his own sexuality. Granted, I am not and never have been a guy, so maybe I’m wrong about this. But nothing felt wrong about this crazy, plague-infested, giant insect ridden history of a boy coming of age in the most unusual of circumstances but in the most human, and honest kind of ways.
I love this story. I admire (and am trying not to envy) the incredible writing, and the concept is so different and unexpected in the most appealing sort of way. This is one story that no matter how overburdened my TBR list becomes, I’d still always make time to reread this, and I think each reading experience would be different.
Andrew Smith is the bomb. I need to read every word he’s ever written, because I also adored Winger. I can’t wait to see what comes next from this author.