What I liked best about this sweeping second novel by Hannah Baker, apart from her obvious gift for engaging, plot-turning dialogue, is the way it settles on well-established stages, each offering a terrain designed to either crush or create a protagonist we can’t help pulling for. Like Albert, one eventually feels the need to progress each time, to scrape together what is salvageable, and get out of town. In doing so he takes the reader and quite a swath of history along with him.
Populated with characters both frustratingly conventional and refreshingly not, Albert has never known true peace. He is trying to figure out his own motivations as the greater world seems to be stuck in theirs. Along the way there are happy times, oases of everyday joys and routine, whispering promises of a finally-arrived-at future. But without giving too much away, it’s just not that easy.
This book is filled with the purely hateful, the weak and the unreflective, but is also deeply sweet. Like Albert, I could do nothing else but continue to turn pages, hopeful and absorbed, until there were no more pages left. And like Ms. Baker’s first novel, these pages practically turn themselves.