Unlike Brief Chronicle of Another Stupid Heartbreak, this book was blessedly not passive. I had high hopes for it, seeing as how the protagonist was literally skipping senior year to explore the world looking for supers. However, this hope only led to more disappointment. The more I read, the more fed up I got.
If you like victimization, this book is for you. You can’t go a chapter from either her perspective or her friend’s complaining about how life isn’t fair, how capitalism is evil, and unless you see the world as equally crappy, you clearly haven’t suffered enough.
The reason why she takes this mission in the first place is because she hopes finding a super will restore her faith in humanity again. She even says “videos of strangers coming together to rescue dogs in rushing water, cheesy stories about people paying for each other’s coffees…[and] post-disaster helpers…weren’t big enough in their kindness” (p. 10).
The worst part is, all this preaching and advocating for causes is out of a place of rage, hatred, and anger. It doesn’t even make sense because she hasn’t even experienced these things herself! The worst this book says about her going through is realizing that her dad might be a little bit racist. Not because of anything he’s said, but because of a video she found on his computer.
This would have been far more meaningful to see her do something in her travels other than selfishly look for superheroes. She could have volunteered at an animal shelter, a soup kitchen, or something inspiring. Instead, I had to read about how the world sucks because the people around her aren’t doing what they “should” do rather than doing something meaningful herself.
The one good thing about this book is that the writing is beautifully artistic. I find myself getting lost in the artistry of the words, but then again, it may not have been the best strategy because it distracted from the story.
I wish there was something more positive I could say, but it just was not worth reading.