Maybe “The Edge of Everything Including my Sanity” would have been a better title for this….
I saw the posts..the hype…the amazing 4 star reviews on Goodreads [almost 5 on Barns and Nobel!]…and I was like, okay, let’s do this thing, let’s dive in.
Breezing through the summary of the book, I really *really* liked the concept. Hell has Bounty Hunters they use to collect souls of the people who ‘escape’ our social justice system…cool. I can dig that.
What I can’t dig…is whats been coined to as the ‘instalove’. At this point…I am Elsa..I am Kristoff in Frozen..I am everyone with a brain. You just fucking met for fucks sake.
It was *hard* to get past the first one hundred pages…mind-numbingly hard. There were quotes that made my eyes roll back in my head and allowed a little parts of my soul to be carried away in the wind…I’m exaggerating about the soul bit…but c’mon. This instalove thing is overplayed and way over-rated. And that it is. The whole instalove of Twilight…the whole tortured..brooding damaged boy thing that can only be saved by a girl he just met… I just…ugh. It’s hard to see past it.
The *only* tolerable bits where the parts where the two main characters were apart from each other…and bits of that was still hard to stomach due to the longing…and the blindness that is love. ugh.
Props to Jeff for knowing teen slang…even though it felt a bit forced. Although I’ll admit … anytime I see slang in a book I immediately compare it to Anthony Burgess’ ‘A Clockwork Orange‘ …Burgess did slang RIGHT.
Here are some of my favorite eye roll moments.
“She named him herself, so it felt like he belonged to her.”
Me: You don’t own anyone.
“Who was he? Why was he here? Why wouldn’t he look at her?”
Me: Because the world doesn’t revolve around your seventeen self…and aren’t you supposed to be hiding?
-Zoe couldn’t help it: She took a photo to put on instagram later…
Me: Are you serious right now? That guy killed a couple of people and is now trying to kill your effing dogs…wth.
–X could have summoned her face…she was too lovely – too fierce and full of hope – for him to recover from..
Me: …..no words….
– …He was so transfixed by her that everything in his body just stopped…
Me: Like…everything stopped? Even your heart?
-Yet even the sound of Zoe’s breathing in the darkness captivated him.
-“And he’s so hot I can’t even,” She said.
Me: No –
BEAR IN MIND THAT ALL OF THE ABOVE…happened in the first 100 pages. Seriously.
-“If I do not return, it is only because not one but two world conspired to stop me.”
-“The minute you left, I realized I loved you…”
Me: You literally met him two days ago AND he SLEPT for one of them.
-“Please tell him that I love him and that I remember every, every, every time he touched me.”
Me: What the…no…you don’t.
I wish that I could have read Jeff Giles manuscript before it got into the hands of the publishers and the editors who *probably* molded it into what they wanted it to be, something marketable to the young folk. So if you are reading this Jeff..nudge nudge.
Let’s give teenagers something better. Let’s give them friendships with boys that are mutual, and healthy, and sane. It’s no wonder they go off the deep end when their first ‘love’ breaks it off with them. I hope that maybe their can be a big shift in the publishing ‘mainstream’ marketable fiction industry so we can get away from this crap.