OMFG. Those are the best words I have for this book, and they're not even words. OMFG.
When you are already snort-laughing 10 pages into a novel, I'd say it's a very good sign that the novel is goddamn funny. And #famous did not disappoint. I devoured it in a day, it was that tasty. This book is charming and brilliant and hilarious—JESUS FUCK, it's hilarious—but it's also tender, touching, and sweet. It's a ten-course meal of #AllTheThings, both sweet and salty, giggles and tears and a million scrumptious little emotions in between.
#famous is told in two narrative voices, and they're both pitch-perfect. Kyle is a sweetie mcsweeterton, total hoosier, naive and adorable and cute as a bug. Rachel is smart and sharp and flawed and so very very human, a weirdo I'd be honored to call my friend. They pop and sizzle on the page: these aren't fictional characters; they are real teens, with all the attendant baggage and delights.
This book itself is a big ol' bag of delights, fresh and funny in all the ways I love, with characters that crack me up and a seamless narrative structure. And it's just so SMART about things. #famous has everything in there—sexism, feminism, gender stereotypes—but it's never heavy-handed; these are real people, not mouthpieces for some agenda. Jilly has an uncanny knack for capturing honest-to-god humans, so that even villains like Emma aren't one-dimensional. And Mo, I loved Mo. That friendship is one for the record books. And Ollie, oh Ollie. Come to me, my love!
So, yep: OMFG. The jokes. The luuurve. The story of two characters who are perfect for each other, even if it takes them the whole book to see what we've known all along. #famous really does have everything: characters we adore, an awesome reality TV show element, a fabulous romance, twists and turns, laugh-out-loud humor, and a bouquet of frie...er, fuzzy-good feelings at the end. Eat it up!
I WOULD like fries with that, thanks.