I inhaled this book. In some ways the book is like one long, stream-of-consciousness thought that twines its way from the end of night to the beginning of a new day. I’m kind of in love with the fact that it manages to be harsh and sweet, abrupt and yet unbelievably lengthy at the same time.
When I saw the trailer for the movie based on this book I got really excited. It looked silly and sweet and it’s got Kat Dennings and Michael Cera which is basically like a double dose of awesome. Owning to the fact that I know that every movie ruins a great book I figured that I might as well read the masterpiece that inspired the movie in the first place.
I read this book in its entirety yesterday. I picked it up from the library around 1:30 and by 11:00 last night I’d drunk in all 183 of its mixed-up, confusing, and emotionally-addled pages. I’ve always been a fast reader but for some reason this book seemed to push me along like I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I didn’t watch TV. I just read and read and read. I didn’t have that feeling when I got to the end of the book where I was almost mad that it was over. I hate that feeling.
This book was perfectly pitched and timed. There were the appropriate climaxes and dips. There was love and hate and some things that not PC enough to describe in this blog. It was the kind of book that’s truer to real life than most but that also maintains that storyline that’s so implausibly perfect it would never happen to you.
I’m really happy I read this before the movie, though I can see why it will make such a good movie. Pick it up if you get a chance. It’s that sweet little twist in life that we all need sometimes.
