To start off, this book was mandated by my middle school. I didn't pick this book off of a shelf, and I wasn't sold by another reviewer raving about "a story you'll never forget" either. I read it because I had to. I read it with low hopes to be fair. It seemed so short, so clean cut, for something that was intended to be raw. Much like some of my other book reviews, we have mixed emotions on my part.
To start off with everything, I must say that this book deals with drunk driving, resulting depression, and an even more aforementioned suicide. Yes, in this book we get a special '3 for 1' offer!
I hate including spoilers in any review, because if people were interested in such details they would read a summary instead. In this case, I am willing to provide an exception. Therefore you are hearing an unfiltered, unadulterated rant from a 13 year-old girl, in the flesh.
Ready? Got it.
Andy, our main man here, was driving under the influence with three of his buddies (alcohol amiright?), one of them dies as a result of their carelessness (this guy is named Rob, although I pretty much forgot about him whilst reading), Andy suffers from depression (because he was the driver that killed his best bud), he eventually kills himself around 20 pages before the book ends.
There.
I just told you the whole premise of this book.
I hate the glorification of suicide. Although I may not be suicidal myself, there is one current person in my life that gives me fear because of their tendencies. To this day, this unnamed person is still alive, but I cannot say they are well. I read "Tears of a Tiger" almost immediately after reading another school mandated book called "Thirteen Reasons Why". I hope I'm not the only one that has noticed this eighth grade reading trend. Killing yourself seems to be really popular with the school administrators. Books like these DO NOT belong in a middle school classroom full of reluctant readers. It DOES NOT belong in such a curriculum.It doesn't belong with a room full of people who can't even begin to form an understanding of hating oneself or one's life so much they are willing to end it. Most of them don't even know what it's like to love someone who does. Or at the very least know them. A majority of my peers don't even have an interest in broadening their knowledge on mental health, or other issues. This type of literature isn't going to enrich lives this way. Just to make it clear, this book isn't even the right way to present suicide period. It fails miserably at its job.
Andy seemed like someone who took the easy way out, and killed them self based on the most selfish reasons possible.
This isn't a good message for impressionable 13 year olds.
(Neither is Hannah Baker's choices in 13RW, but that review is yet to come.)
Much like Hannah from 'Thirteen Reasons Why', they both exit this world leaving those around them to fend off their own pain. They both blatantly ignore those that love them.
These two teens didn't live with abuse, didn't live with mental health issues before their lives were stunted with problems. Hell, Hannah goes through things MOST TEENS have to deal with.
They kill themselves based on their personal interest, willing to leave behind a world of hurt. Andy committed a mistake, but he never learned to deal with said repercussions. He never thought of what his deceased friend would want for him. He never gave a second thought about his younger brother, arguably the person he showed the most love towards throughout this book. I didn't shed a tear while I was forced to read through the terrible writing style presented by our one and only Sharon M. Draper. The only point of this book that I could give two shits about is when I read the last two pages of it.
When I had to read about a 6 year old missing his older brother because he was gone, gone forever.
The writing was boring, and I hated the prose it possessed. Figurative language was bland. Everything seemed meticulously calculated, and the dialogue suffered as a result. That was not how people spoke, even if it was 2 decades ago. I'm sure we could go back to the 1920's and get something more reasonable than the shit these characters were spewing out of their mouths or onto paper.
The way Draper portrayed the speech of most of our characters made me clearly cringe. Their purposefully poor grammar at times made me question where the racial equality of this book was supposed to shine. Race was underlying in this book, and it was introduced and implemented in the worst way possible. Sub-par is a wonderful way to express the entirety of this novel. Not once was I able to empathize with the thoughts of anyone in this book. I could SYMPATHIZE with them. I felt sorry for those that suffered loss, and those with conflicting emotions. But I could never truly place myself in someone's shoes happily. I was unable able to say: "Wow, I understand what you mean, I'd say the same thing. Or maybe someone I know would say the same thing. Bottom line I get where you are coming from."
Maybe it's because I'm white, I'm a female, I have no clue. But if one is to truly give a topic justice, you focus on that one topic solely, and present it in a way that's worthy. This book wasn't bad. The general idea of presenting information in various ways (offhand conversations, letters, newspaper articles etc.) was a success in its own right. Some characters seemed interesting, such as Andy's friend B.J (Side Note: Why couldn't he be the main character instead of Andy. That way we could've chopped off the whole DUI thing and made it a religious book. At least there we would have stuck to some sort of main idea *scoff*).
The fact that there are two sequels begs to differ if there is some underlying promise in the series.
As a result I give this book 2.5 stars, for the sliver of clarity it offered, and moreover, the respect I give anyone who is even willing to write about such a taboo topic in the first place.
I recommend this for anyone who can resonate with suicidal tendencies, depression, drinking and driving, or the loss of a friend.
And since I might as well turn this into a PSA, remember that "ending it" isn't the answer. Do some people end it? Yes. But they are wrong. They are not cowards per se, if anything, they are blinded. Blinded by underlying emotions that can only be dissected with love, care, and support.
If you or anyone you know suffers from suicidal tendencies, never hesitate to call a toll free suicide hotline. Help a life, save a life.
[Any more thoughts will be edited in by yours truly.]
*EDIT* This has been demoted to 2 stars. Screw my kindness towards it!