I Was (Not Literally) Dying
This week I read the new hit on the indie circuit- Me and Earl & The Dying Girl by Jesse Andrews. I wasn't sure what to expect from this book, but it blew everything I even sort of thought out of the water. I laughed out loud nearly every single page. (People commented on my laughter because it was so obnoxious.) The subject wasn't too laughable itself, but the writing style and asides were HILARIOUS. Our main character, Greg, is The King of Blending In. He's everybody's friend and yet nobody's friend. His only real sort-of friend is Earl, a tough, chain-smoking, tiny, cursing burrito of anger. (I LOVED HIM.) They make films together and are generally disgusting and hilarious. Greg is our narrator, and the first few chapters were dedicated to introductions and backstory. Usually I'm not a huge fan of this, but Greg's self-depreciation and Earl's foul mouth made for an entertaining ride that I quite enjoyed. The meat of the story sounds like the beginning of another teen-cancer-love-story: an old friend of Greg's, Rachel, is diagnosed with leukemia, and through the twists and turns of Greg's stereotypical-yet-not life, he is "voluntold" to hang out with Rachel. She finds everything he says hilarious, and they sort of become friends. Maybe?
I really, really don't want to spoil this book, so I'm saying READ IT and then you can thank me because it's awesome.
I really, really don't want to spoil this book, so I'm saying READ IT and then you can thank me because it's awesome.
Warning: this book is FULL OF CURSE WORDS. If you're not chill with them, you may not like this book as much. Also, there are lot of kind of disgusting conversations. So just be prepared. The laughs are worth it, for me at least.
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