Guy Langman: Crime Scene Procrastinator. I would rate this book 1.5 stars. It was really hard for me to choose a rating. Typically I rather go "I didn't like it" or "It was okay" or "Hmm, now my hope in Young Adult fiction is redeemed." Unfortunately, I did not say the last thing when I read this book for many reasons.
Dedication: I'll admit, this is what made me pick this particular book over the other 20 lying around in my "I just borrowed these from the library and now I guess it's time to read them" stack. I love Lisa Madigan (known to more as L.K. Madigan). She inspired me to write a novel with a male protagonist, an unconventional ending, and to really look into why people are who they are. I was extremely upset to hear she passed away last year, as I wanted to thank her for being my inspiration. I don't think I could call myself a writer if I hadn't stumbled across Flash Burnout in my school library. Blake's voice was so fresh and redeemed my hope in Young Adult fiction. But most of all, as stated earlier, I was inspired after reading it. So I had extremely high hopes for this book because it's probably my favorite general fiction novel I've ever read.
I was sorely disappointed when I finished this novel.
First of all, I didn't really get the title. Why not just "Crime Scene Procrastinator" or something like that? The usage of the narrator's name is completely unnecessary. It takes up time and space and doesn't really tell the reader a whole lot. "Crime Scene Procrastinator" was all I really saw when I picked up the book.
Pet Peeve # 1 found in this novel: Using the narrator's name in the title.
Come on. So many books already have the narrator's name in the title. I don't usually mind books such as "Looking for Alaska" or something that puns on a narrator's name, but here there was really no point in stating his name. Plus I didn't really see much procrastination like I'd expected, so the title was rather misleading. The only thing about it that seems important in any way is "Crime Scene." And there was a crime scene. Sort of. We'll get to that in a bit.
This brings us to the character of Guy. I also had high hopes reading this novel because I really wanted to read something that was from a male point of view. Even better, the author is male! I thought that would help immensely with his writing. I was, again, sorely disappointed. Guy pretty much seemed to fit the stereotypical horny and sexual teenager. Which is fine if there's just a bit of it sprinkled here and there as necessary because yeah, that's how a lot of teenage guys are. I would know. I have two brothers and spend more than half my life hanging out with my own teenage guy friends. But really? A lot of the mentioning of all this sexual stuff was so unnecessary. Especially considering this was written more like a middle grade than a young adult novel, at least in my opinion. If I found this in the children's section and there wasn't so much being turned on and boner material, then maybe I would be a little more okay with this. But no. There wasn't really much originality in the character. He was lazy, didn't really have a hobby, and frankly was quite annoying. Not to mention his humor really wasn't all that funny either. That's saying a lot coming from someone who is just a little too easily amused, and has been told she is by more than just several people. (Ooh. Squirrel! Wait. I'm writing a book review. I'll let them distract me later.)
Now to Anoop, the best friend or sidekick or whatever we want to call him. Guess it doesn't matter too much. I appreciate the cultural diversity represented in this book, because hey, YA needs some of that. But giving Anoop a ridiculous last name did not help matters. I still can't pronounce it. I've been staring at it for a while trying, and I just gave up. For the most part, I liked Anoop just a smidge more than his best friend. But I still didn't like him a whole lot. He just didn't resonate me. Guy didn't either. The pair said so many juvenile things I seriously had to keep knocking my head against a wall to remind me that they were in fact high school juniors, not seventh graders. (I live with a high school junior and a high school freshman, so I think I know my stuff when it comes to guys. Correct me if I'm wrong.) Guys (even guys like Guy, haha, bad pun, I just had to do it) in high school do not shout (as quoted from page 104) "Frank Boner here. J/K! It's Guy Langman from school. How's it going?"
(On a side, note, “How’s it going”? Really? Even girls don’t say that. No one really says that. “What’s up” or just “It’s me. Guy Langman” or something like that would’ve worked. Boys do not use more words than they need to. They really don’t. I would know.)
Now I write YA fiction as well, and typically from the male perspective. I may not be a teenage guy, but I'm not disillusioned enough to think a guy would scream "J/K" into a phone. Not unless he was a girl. And even if he was a girl, really? Back when the younger me (as in like fourteen year old me) wrote terrible fiction and used OMG and other acronyms of that nature, I was advised against it. I see why now. But again, at least I got my female main characters screaming acronyms into their phones, not males. This is just one of many examples. I don't really feel like looking for more of those, because we're about to get to Jelsa's second pet peeve.
Pet Peeve #2: The dialogue. Oh, gosh, the dialogue. I wanted my forehead to meet the desk so many times while reading this. (Or in the case of me while reading in the car, forehead meeting window.) Just paragraphs and paragraphs of talking head syndrome and absolutely no actions in between dialogue. Someone really needs to let this author know that 70% of communication--yes, 70, not 5 or 1 or .000001--is body language. I can excuse some of the phone conversations' lack of dialogue (for realism), but there were multiple scenes where I just found quotation marks running down the side of the page. And I seriously wanted to throw the book at the wall.
I do not typically throw books at walls.
If one needs to look for examples of this, look at page 137 starting with "I think we're getting off track here" down to halfway (a little more than, actually) of page 138. 23 paragraphs in a row that all started with dialogue. Just seeing even four or five of those too close together usually wants to make me punch something. Imagine 23. I only counted the paragraphs for the sake of this review. Again, possibly okay in middle grade or children's fiction. Definitely not okay in YA. And definitely not okay considering this happened more than once. I didn’t have this scene picked out before I started the review, but all I had to do was flick the thing open and BAM, I found an example. That has to mean something. Either that or the universe just wanted to help me write this review faster.
Pacing in this book wasn't very good either. Way too much time was spent in the beginning, and the climax was first of all, short. Second, poorly written. Now, I give the author some credit because it wasn't predictable. I always appreciate that, especially considering this is supposed to be a mystery novel. But I would've loved for the mystery to be drawn out way longer in Part Two. What was up with Part Two starting with the climax, anyway? It should've been tacked onto the end of Part One. Guess the author realized how little he wrote for Part Two and was too lazy to make it longer, fuller, and more realistic than he did? I don't know. Hey. I'm not the author. Just a reader. Who is just a bit more picky than she should be sometimes.
Then comes the plot holes. And I guess the spoiler alerts, but whatever. How did Hairston whatever his name was (something about him being a third but me not really caring enough right now to find out) find out about the coins? That was never really mentioned. And that was a big part of the whole novel. I was quite disappointed when it ended up being him. Jacques would've been fun to pin the blame on. Even poor little Indian Anoop. Actually, if written the right way, that could've been executed really well. It would've been way more interesting than pinning the blame on the pervy outcast hacker with an obscene nickname who was a fifteen-year-old junior who couldn't drive who wasn't even in half the novel anyway. I still don't get what made them think Hairston did it. Yes, it was unlikely and in a good mystery novel it's always the unlikely person who did it, but come on. This was too unlikely. It wasn't even plausible in any way. (Oh yeah, and again with the porn mentioned in that novel. Absolutely unnecessary. But I don't want to get into that.)
The only character that I didn't hate with all my heart at the end of the book was Maureen. Why? Well, at least she had hobbies. A personality. She did have outlandish ideas, but that made her fun as a character, and at least the pun in her poetry didn't make me want to fall over and not get up and keep reading. (Too bad I force myself to finish reading every book I pick up.) The only reason why I didn't quite like her is I still don't see what she saw in the narrator. Who I still don't like. Typically most of the books I read will get 2 stars for not being memorable or characters being flat or a terrible plot or a very unfinished ending. (Which I guess was yet another one of those few redeeming things in this novel. It wasn't total crap, but in case it isn't obvious by now, I didn't think it was very good either.) This one I am only giving an extra .5 to because of who the book is dedicated to. Otherwise this would be a flat out 1 starred novel. Now, I do give out a lot of 2 stars, but the 1 stars I give out are few and far between. Like to the Twilight series. Which I also rather not get into.
Most importantly though, there was so much lack of emotion in this novel I really just didn't know what to do with myself anymore. I'd let my dog eat the book or something, but I kind of borrowed it from the library. Well, at least I didn't pay for it. But there is a serious lack of emotional connection in this novel. I was hoping for at least a little angst or something like that after the death of the narrator's dad and all that, but nope. Nada. Just look at this excerpt.
"Man," I say, feeling so sad for Toby. "It really is sad."
I as a reader can barely sympathize, let alone empathize right now. Yes, people die. And yeah, it's sad. But there's nothing wrong with a little human reaction to it. Nope. Apparently that was too much to ask here though.
The scene I was really looking for was the one when Guy found a note his father left. I no longer feel like looking for it because I feel like I've wasted enough of my time both reading this novel and writing a review for it. There may be other things I should also mention, but my dog is now begging me for a walk, and I feel like he deserves some attention from me after I've neglected him to write this. So that is it for now.
(Actually, maybe it's a good thing my dog is stopping me from writing any more than I have. This review is already well over two thousand words long. Hopefully the next novel I read will not be as viciously torn apart. Mostly because I have better things to do with my time.)