First line: "In eighth grade, I was suspended for bringing my semen to science class." Hooked!
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Well, it kinda went downhill from there, though. Here's why I wanted to read this book. From the Powells.com review: Turning the last page of Misconception, you'll be certain that you love Seattle author Ryan Boudinot's style. Oh, you'll like the story fine. It sends readers bouncing into long swoops and back again, the volcano-boarding of this year's literary fiction. In other words, the fun kind of crazy, and vice versa. But the way Boudinot chooses to snap together words into description and dialogue is where he excels.
Other than that weird "volcano-boarding" (wtf?), this was made to sound meta, quirky, and really cool. It kind of wasn't, though. I mean, I guess there was some meta-ness? It's like a book about one character showing the other character the book she wrote about their teenage years together, and it seesaws back and forth from her memoirs (written by her from his point of view) to his actual memories, so that's meta. And there's one part where he Googles her and finds a review of her previous book on Amazon written by (wait for it) Ryan Boudinot. Clever. And the story itself was fine; a more or less typical teenage romance, with fucked up families on each side. Some of the characters were pretty good, him and his family I liked. But she was pretty cliché (in the past and in the present), and the main central aha twist was waaay overdone, especially because it was obvious from almost the beginning of the setup who had made what mistake, and what the fallout was likely to be.
I dunno. I liked it all right while I was reading it, but it's only been a month since I finished, and I remember it hazily at best, and with an unpleasant overlay. Sorry Ryan. You get a big meh.