The way the audio book narrator made the characters talk - absolutely over the top with exaggerated, pretentious emotions - instantly made me hate characters you are supposed to like. The female characters are voiced especially poorly. One girl that is supposed to be outgoing and friendly was narrated in such an aggressively annoying way that it made her into a crazy person and made me want to punch faces. Really, it's not even funny.
Also, if the book says "he coughed and said..." I don't want to hear the narrator go [cough cough cough], then read what 'he' said. We are neither too dumb to interpret lines on our own nor do we wish to hear your badly acted respiratory outbursts, thank you.
And then there's the laughing. The horrible fake laughing all the time. Horror clowns everywhere.
It is not a voice actor's place to push over-the-top, flamboyantly exaggerated emotions in each and every line or make the characters use childish sing-song voices when no written line indicates such things.
The only reason I didn't drop this horribly overacted audio book was that I couldn't find the ebook version.
All the while I am 110% certain the narrator actually could have done a good job since he has a nice versatile voice and clearly is able to use it nuancedly. So if this aggressively bad execution is on the recording studio, let me say: Shame on the director.
(If the book really was written by AI and this is the voice artist's reaction to an AI book, I entirely approve of voicing it exactly as terribly as it deserves.)
The book itself isn't worth the effort of going through any of this. It is so ridiculously bad.
At first the story seems to convey a clear message in favor of decent humanity with the main character as a focus point for emotional investment, before it diffuses into a cringy slice of life drama without sense or destination. The character design was well enough done at first to make me suffer through the audio book (even though that was a close call) since I wanted to know how the protagonist fared. Later on he lost his charm and credibility, and only self-hate and rage made me endure. While this book's initial message of 'don't be a bigot, it hurts people!' certainly needs a place in modern media, the narrative structure, pacing and writing add up to a clumsy something at first, then slowly diffuse into a mist of bla while the being needlessly dragged out.
Several noteworthy points of annoyance deserve to be mentioned.
First, this book breaks all the timeless gravity it could have had with in-your-face praise for certain real world media - not once, but multiple times - in the manner of character A: 'Do you know these Youtube videos? I love them!' Character B: 'Why yes, they helped me a lot!' (I wish I made this up.) The same media is mentioned repeatedly and it gets old really fast. There really was no need to construct, then abuse the flow of the story several times to preach to the readers - presumably teenagers in difficult spots? - about what videos and what movie to watch (while also spoiling the movie). The movie's praise gets ridiculous to the point that a secondary character drones on for several minutes about how important the its message was for the protagonist in her opinion - and he nods, smiles and appreciates being patronized.
I am wondering if the actual people who decided to read this book really are in such dire need of being educated with a wooden hammer. Or maybe I got it wrong and the real meaning of the book is promoting acceptance towards being patronized.
The lack of a deeper message might be excused if the story was at all enjoyable - but the poor writing skills get in the way of that. This brings me to the next point of critique: the readers get tortured with needlessly frequent over-explanations - meta and story-immanent - as well as so, so, so many repetitions. On a small scale, there are single-word repetitions, for example an unimaginative overuse of 'said'. Also, every single smile that is smiled is pointed out - repeatedly, sometimes four sentences in a row. If you drank a shot for every time the word 'smile' appears, you might actually be smiling a lot yourself.
Spotlights are violently pushed on information we already comfortably got from the context and the characters over-explain themselves inside the story all the time. In doing so, the teenagers talk like they each had an encyclopedia for breakfast. For example, the protagonist casually describes his first alcoholic foster family in comparison to the christian extremist second family like this: 'The limited potential abuse doesn't compare with the nastiness of the people who were cruel by rejecting me for being me, a gay kid'. You are telling me a real human, not AI, wrote this thinking a real human kid talks like this?
The main character loses further credibility by not just talking, but also acting like a grown-up who spent decades in therapy and then some more time and dollar bills on a psychology degree. His inner voice often further explains what we just then, just now, read, which is entirely unnecessary most of the time, because w e g e t i t.
What I don't get, however, is the following: Why must the story's flow be stopped every five minutes to inform us of the exact colours of a random item of clothing? Why are there several (!) occasions of detailed retellings of the last part of the story using the exact same words (with no new perspective) we just read? Did the author have to reach a certain word count? What did the historical figure Hildegart von Bingen do to the author so that he named a mean neighbour after her?
All the blunt hits on the nose bruise over time.
The author seems to assume his readers can't come to their own conclusions if even one detail is left chilling in the subtle or not so subtle context. It hurts to see all that flailing context information being dragged into daylight by brute force.
Another uncomfortable part of the book is the incredible cringeworthiness.
This book turns the reader into a voyeur to the teenaged protagonist's intimate experiences. He also expresses predatory thoughts towards other kids, taking the reader along for the ride. This, plainly, makes him seem like a creep. Also it clashes with his otherwise overly selfless personality and the overall moral high ground this book takes.
At the other times, some situations are so sappy and full of klischees the cringe-o-meter's needle maxes out in the other direction.
The grown-ups are pretty bad in their own right. Nobody lets the poor kid just be and even the presumably 'good' third foster family members (who are rich, giving, full of love and a heavily implied as being a perfect family) really act patronizing and put him through mortifying experiences and retellings of his traumata - all of which is portrayed as entirely positive and desirable. A few examples: We are forced to witness the flawless super parents tell the kid (in detail) about how they rejuvenated their sex life in an effort to conceive a child. They make the biggest fuss about his first date. And they pester him with very personal questions all the time - and the 16 year old is like, wow, you are so open, thanks for telling me all this and doing all that and he smiles, then smiles some more. In fact, every smile is pointed out. I cringe a lot over his lack of cringing (if you easily cringe about a lack of privacy, skip his first date scene, btw).
Next point: For all the psychological deepness and educational value the story seems to claim, it depicts some painfully unrealistic trauma processing. The protagonist has one nightmare about what he experienced, he is sad for a bit and develops a few insecurities - but overcomes all hardships immediately by the power of Youtube, a movie and his certified self-reflecting inner monologue. His human - aka flawed - behavioural reactions towards losing his biological family, his repeated relocations or the months of hurt and shame the christian bigots put him through are superficial at best. The protagonist lashes out exactly once (and in the same breath explains himself to gain immediate redemption), never hurts others for more than a millisecond (apart from two instances of self-defense, in which he naturally bests his opponents in battle) and always articulates his feelings perfectly in the very next breath. Also, needless to say, he is sweet and caring towards his foster siblings, integrates flawlessly, is handsome and athletic and immediately popular wherever he goes. He even develops immunity to bullying within one day. Who doesn't enjoy a protagonist like that?
This superhuman being only needs one good talk and a hug since his self reflection skills are over the top all the time, enabling him to win the hearts of everybody around him.
All in all the story evolves into a fairytale and - next point of criticism - it j u s t d o e s n o t e n d.
You might hope for this review to end soon, too, but since I'm typing and editing while still listening to the never ending story, new things pop up while this review slowly revolves into a preview. Spoiler: It does not get better.
Never have I checked for an audio book's remaining listening time so often while wishing for it to be over soon. What do you mean the protagonist's journey to accept himself is successful, his traumata miraculously are things of the past, healthy new relationships effortlessly drop into his lap and there are still close to four hours left?? Just let it end ffs. One more 'He smiled and laughed and said "Hahahahah! I agree, hehehe!," while smiling cheerfully with a big smile on his happy face that was smiling' and I might smilingly unalive myself.
Alas, he still needs to successfully un-assholify and befriend the stereotypical gay bully, because no flawed human beings are allowed to exist in the radiance of his shining light.
Yo know what, I suffered enough,and so did you. I just can't take more stupidity and I don't care how this ends, bye