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3.58 AVERAGE
3.58 AVERAGE
funny
lighthearted
reflective
sad
fast-paced
Big manic-depression vibes here.
Seems this book gets a lot of hate, but honestly? It's just a good time. It's insane and weird and chronically self-conscious and self-conscious about the self-consciousness and self-conscious about the self-consciousness of the self-consciousness, but who cares? Who else does that, anyway? Who else makes a point to go that meta into their own already wild writing?
It was clever and silly and truly devastating and thus aptly named. 4 stars for Eggers.
Seems this book gets a lot of hate, but honestly? It's just a good time. It's insane and weird and chronically self-conscious and self-conscious about the self-consciousness and self-conscious about the self-consciousness of the self-consciousness, but who cares? Who else does that, anyway? Who else makes a point to go that meta into their own already wild writing?
It was clever and silly and truly devastating and thus aptly named. 4 stars for Eggers.
I enjoyed the ramblings of an ego-maniac self-loather, clawing at the reader's eyes for some MTV confessionals sympathy in a fittingly pretentious self-reflexive, self-aware form. But I also think he's a douchebag and perpetuating this strange genre of endearingly self-hating men.
It was okay.
It was okay.
Meh, meh and more meh to the angsts of white American male youth.
Not since Moby Dick have I DNFed a book so hard. I can understand why people love it, but the narrative style just made me feel like a voyeur to someone's mental breakdown. Nope and nope.
Meh. It was so hard to get through. It jumped around so much I didn't know what I was reading half the time.
This was the last of three memoirs about parental loss I read for my thesis, and by far the best. I felt like I was reading about my own life at times, it’s crazy to me how simultaneously unique and universal the experience can be. I would recommend this to anyone who wants to know what they can do to help someone who is grieving, to take an extra little step— it is beautiful, hilarious, relatable, and made me feel heard.
I really, really wanted to read this book. With about 100 pages left I was ready to put it down but decided that there must be something redeeming in the end, but alas, there wasn't. I was left quite disappointed.