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Never Have I Ever: My Life (So Far) Without a Date
by Katie Heaney
I was always taught to administer my judgments with a pinch of salt, so picture me writing this out with an uncomfortable smile in place and an exaggerated squint. Are you picturing it? Okay, good. On with the review!
*Mr. Burns steeple fingers engaged*
I was promised that this book would blow my socks off, and even now, after having had time to reflect on the ending, the socks are still in place. Are you looking at the cover? It just oozes cuteness and likability, right? And see, that’s what makes writing this a little uncomfortable, because all-in-all, Heaney seems like a nice, funny, intelligent, and somewhat awkward girl. From one awkward girl to another, it just seems like there aren’t enough of us out there to form a support group, which is why subtitles like My Life (So Far) Without a Date are so appealing.
Before I get ahead of myself, at the time of publication, Heaney was a dateless 25-year-old. She’d never had a boyfriend…ever. By way of age milestones, she relates specific examples of boy crushes, and odd drunken attempts at pairing off. There were quite a few hilarious situations, but I mostly found myself scratching my head. If I wasn’t reading this along with my best friend, (who incidentally loved it and finished it in two sittings), I would have given up on this one. Her liberal use of “like”, “literally”, “and I was all…”, “or something”, drove me nuts! I can’t even handle that in person, let alone on paper! Why?!?
Lest this review seem too caustic, I will add that I started enjoying the book more when she got to graduate school, which is a bummer because it was almost over. She used pretty apt analogies about love, and being okay with who you are, regardless of how others perceive you. I hope one day a tall, handsome stranger sweeps her off her feet. I just might pay to read that book, too.
*Mr. Burns steeple fingers engaged*
I was promised that this book would blow my socks off, and even now, after having had time to reflect on the ending, the socks are still in place. Are you looking at the cover? It just oozes cuteness and likability, right? And see, that’s what makes writing this a little uncomfortable, because all-in-all, Heaney seems like a nice, funny, intelligent, and somewhat awkward girl. From one awkward girl to another, it just seems like there aren’t enough of us out there to form a support group, which is why subtitles like My Life (So Far) Without a Date are so appealing.
Before I get ahead of myself, at the time of publication, Heaney was a dateless 25-year-old. She’d never had a boyfriend…ever. By way of age milestones, she relates specific examples of boy crushes, and odd drunken attempts at pairing off. There were quite a few hilarious situations, but I mostly found myself scratching my head. If I wasn’t reading this along with my best friend, (who incidentally loved it and finished it in two sittings), I would have given up on this one. Her liberal use of “like”, “literally”, “and I was all…”, “or something”, drove me nuts! I can’t even handle that in person, let alone on paper! Why?!?
"So, for example, there would be, like, a picture of the two of them in the dorm lounge, and underneath it would be the phrase, “You never know what you’ve got until it’s gone” in neon pink Comic Sans or something."
Lest this review seem too caustic, I will add that I started enjoying the book more when she got to graduate school, which is a bummer because it was almost over. She used pretty apt analogies about love, and being okay with who you are, regardless of how others perceive you. I hope one day a tall, handsome stranger sweeps her off her feet. I just might pay to read that book, too.