-I was sent an eBook copy of this novel by the publisher for free in exchange for an honest review.-
This novel is one of the worst books I've read in the past couple of years, and I must admit I walked into it knowing that could possibly be the result. While YA Contemporaries don't spike my interest much anymore, the publishers reached out to me, and I was excited to review a book sent to me for that purpose. I recognize that while I am the target age group for this book, I am not the target genre reader. However, I was surprised at how far off this book was from it's market audience-- young adults, a.k.a 14-18 year olds in the book publishing world.
To best explain my surprise, I will quote a few passages from the prologue of the book. The main character Jay, is describing his school hallways and the students that fill it. The author, wanting to set up the themes of the book, wrote "'Introvert, extrovert,' I would hear in the hallways from the mouths of those quick to criticize. 'Type A, Type B'-- always one or the other, it seemed." Jay gets on his school bus, headed home, when a guy named Nick gets on. Nick is instantly characterized as being different and better than Jay, along from other students. Following Nick, a girl gets on the bus, sobbing. Jay thinks to himself, "Sure, I wondered why this girl was so upset, but it never occurred to me to do something about it. I had learned to keep to myself, maybe establishing me as a loner by some definitions."
Let's pause here. The reader is not given the responsibility of thinking. We must be blatantly told that Jay is in a close minded, constraining environment which fits every cliche high school ever written. We must also be told that Jay is a loner who doesn't like getting involved, RIGHT after we see Jay do an action that suggests that Jay is shockingly, a loner who does not like to get involved. This type of narration and story telling continues, steadily, without end.
Nick, the charismatic "different" guy previously mentioned, then goes and comforts the sobbing girl. She asks him, "Have you ever thought about killing yourself?" Nick replies, "Who hasn't?" Besides being the most obnoxiously unrealistic social interaction I have possibly ever read (Nick does not know this girl, nor she him, in case I forgot to mention) but it also, in an almost patronizing way, slams the theme of this book in the readers face. The reader can't pick up on cues. The reader can't read context. The reader can't see literary devices or follow motifs. No, the reader must be told. Everything.
Being told everything, is enough to bring this book's rating down to a two no matter the substance of the book, but this novel lacks expertise at creating mood. While I don't think that the narrative voice is necessarily far off from typical first person YA novels, any emotion or mood or theme isn't developed. We must be told at the end of chapters that something bad is going to happen with a cheesy, ominous line. Even in the chapter headings, which follow the pattern of a critically acclaimed and well read YA book, Looking for Alaska (which may or may not be coincidental) shoves into the readers face that in these many days, some shit is going to go down. NO mood, atmosphere, or pretense is developed outside of these things. This is the classic example of show don't tell.
The dialogue in this book is so obviously crafted, obviously made to serve some type of "deep" purpose that the book is aiming for. There is relationship drama that comes out of no where, and it seems to all have been written in one night with no second draft.
I didn't finish this book. I made it maybe half way through. I wanted to stick with it, but I almost felt patronized by simply reading it. Everything in the first half of the book could've been developed in maybe 15 pages. It was a train wreck.
I know this review is extremely harsh, but honestly, it's deserved. This rough review isn't intended to make the author seem like an idiot or a horrible writer. I personally know many great writers who when they attempt to write YA, over simplify and discredit their audience. Teenagers read Catcher in The Rye, Shakespeare, Thomas Hardy, and Poe. They don't need to be blatantly told every single thing, even when they're reading genre fiction.
Thank you to the Publishers for sending me this book, and I wish the best of luck to both them and the author.