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Hardcover
First published February 1, 2013
It’s been a week since the phone call, and I’m thinking of Bijou a little less each day.
That’s a total lie; it’s the exact opposite. It’s actually getting worse.
This book reminded me a lot of John Green’s earlier books—the likes of Paper Towns and Looking for Alaska—where the self-proclaimed “nerd” falls for the “most beautiful girl he has ever seen”, and has best friends who he refers to by nicknames, and talks like no real person at that age will talk like, and tries to show off his (the character’s and the author’s alike) intelligence any chance he gets. Don’t get me wrong, though, it’s a sweet book. And Looking for Alaska has a soft spot in my heart, so anything that reminds me of it is nice.
But that’s just it. Sweet. Nice. This book was just okay for me. I tried reading this book three times. Twice I started and barely got to page 50 (first in June, then in July) before I quickly lost interest and got distracted by other things—movies, games, anime, fanfiction—the lot of it, except this book. I guess the main reason why this happened was because—even that early on—I didn’t see any point of this book. Just like the games that I get tired of very quickly and swiftly uninstall, I saw no meaning to this book.
“Alex, life is a race, and you’re so far behind, you think you’re in first place.”
What this book lacked that John Green’s spectacularly have is the philosophical value. In John Green’s, it was never just about this boy falling in love with this girl. He uses characters and plot as tools to express his way of thinking, moulding them so that he could sprinkle in life lessons, morality, theories and existentialism. In Farrar’s book, it was... just a boy and a girl. The boy trying to get her to be his. On and on the pages went, and it was still the same. I didn’t see the point of it at all.
I look back at the boys once. They’re as frozen as sculptures. Nomura very serious, Ira looking up at the sky with his mouth wide open, and Alex looking after us with puppy eyes as if his life were crumbling all around him. If only he could see himself. So much drama, and just over a couple of girls!
Luckily, yes, this did change. But, belatedly, I think, at least for me. I keep feeling like this book was trying to do too many things at once, and not doing any of them good enough. A Jack of many trades but master of none. It tried to be a love story. It tried to expose cultural barriers. It tried to address bullying and peer pressure. It tried to portray the aftermath of devastating natural disasters. It has so many things to tell, all at once, and it stumbles over its own words to get them all out in one single storyline.
The writing, though, is certainly commendable. Mentioning that it is reminiscent of John Green's is a high compliment, in my book. The fourth star that I gave is largely due to that very fact. Farrar knows how to distinguish character voices. We know who is saying this particular dialogue from how the words are structured. Even better, Farrar is adept at showing various cultures and identities without coming off as insensitive or ignorant. Right from the start, I got excited to see the many different races of characters we had, with just the first chapter! American, Japanese, Chinese, Haitian, Dominican, it’s all in there, and that was refreshing.
But this is another thing about Americans I have noticed: they want to think everyone around them is so happy, living in harmony. They choose not to see the walls that separate people from each other, these walls that exist everywhere one cares to look.
We can see, even without having Farrar explain himself in the author’s note, that he had conducted extensive research to be as loyal and respectful to each and every culture he had tried to portray. For this, he deserves all the kudos.
All in all, this is a sweet and cute read that got much better as it neared the end. I actually laughed aloud and shed a few teardrops there. I just wished that it was a master in everything it’d tried to accomplish, instead of being just an almost.
“Maybe I will tell you someday. But for now, just know this: to see people die, it changes you. Certain things that seem small, like the look on your mother’s face when she greets you in the morning, or the taste of a cup of tea, become much more important. And the things you thought you cared about, some of them do not matter at all.”
