I appreciate your recent interest, but I’m not accepting applications at this time. Your letter will be kept in our files and someone will get back to you if there is an opening. Thank you for thinking of me.
P.S. It’s not “Allie.” It’s “Alé.”
Meet T.C., who is valiantly attempting to get Alejandra to fall in love with him; Alejandra, who is playing hard to get and is busy trying to sashay out from under the responsibilities of being a diplomat’s daughter; and T.C.’s brother Augie, who is gay and in love and everyone knows it but him.
* This is an alternate cover I found (on Steve's site, mind) that I liked better than the actual cover, which is that of a baseball bat *shudder* posing as an umbrella. You can view that one here.
Thanks to JL for the book!
What I’m about to say will come as no surprise to anyone who’s been in immediate contact with me at any time since last Saturday at approximately 4:27p.m. (my time):
This book kicks ass. It really, truly, fantastically does.
Which is why you’ll have to excuse my fangirl review. Aside from making a statement (this book rocks that much), once in a while I gotta let innermost Steph free herself from shackle-o’-snark.
Yeah, okay, whatever, so:
I think what captured me above all is this book’s ingenuity. The fact there is never a need for a vocal acknowledgment of how special it is, never a need to establish its unfailing cleverness.
The funny thing, I had no idea what it was supposed to be about. I liked the voice in the first page, and that’s it. (Wait, hold up: I alerted of the sheer fuck-this-is-awesome quality herein through The YA YA YAs. But that’s basically a given because Trisha has great taste [as seen in her review] and anything favorably reviewed there is worth the big bucks. *detaches lips from Trisha’s posterior*) Midway through the story, I realized there are two things present in here that usually annoy me:
- Baseball (world’s most boring sport that doesn’t stop at “mind numbing”)
- Epistolary format (a bunch of letters, magazine cut outs, emails, etc, are only so interesting after a while)
...and yet this story fully worked for me. Not at all overbearing.
And the characters! Oh my fangirly heart sings for them! I admit, they were all kick-ass automatons operating under a single directive, and that is, BE AWESOME, in a way that you only wish you were, but they were so great. So, so, so great. SO great.
Oh, and: HALLE-FREAKING-LUJAH, the coming out of a main character went smoothly. Look, I know that In Real Life people tend to by biased toward you and your pee-pee preference if you want to keep it consistent with your own, but it’s just nice to read a book that—I hate this word but here goes: unflinchingly—transitions from “admit it, you’re gay” to “yes, I’m gay” without the whole world crashing down. It was just nice to see a world where people didn’t get all up in others’ businesses.
Upon finishing this review, I do not believe I am fit to tell you why this book is wonderful and why it deserves to be read. That was all of 373 words I wasted in a scattered manner all of which can be watered down to: This book. Rocks. I hope everyone who comes across this makes a mental note to pick up a copy sometime or another (sooner would be preferable) and understand it for themselves. Books like this are easy to rave on and on about; ultimately, however, they require their own voice to be truly understood.
It’s been two months since my last fangirly, A-rating review. Please know how serious I am.
Monday, October 6, 2008