A review by labunnywtf
The Impossible Knife of Memory by Laurie Halse Anderson

1.0

My original plan for this review was to go rather avante garde, and simply make it the little notes I wrote while listening to this at work. Unfortunately, I left work with that piece of paper still sitting under my keyboard, so that won't happen.

I believe I can sum the notes up nicely, though. They mostly consisted of

"What the fuck?"
"What is this horseshit?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"God, this is so asinine."
"What the fuck, why are you such an asshole?"

And my personal favorite note:

"Did I actually like [b: Speak|439288|Speak|Laurie Halse Anderson|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1310121762s/439288.jpg|118521] when I read it, or was I high? Do I only think I like this author, and this book is here to prove me terribly horribly wrong?"

Seriously, what the fuck is this horseshit.

You know that super over cliche'd YA trope, wherein the oh-so-plain girl looks lovingly and with great wonder into the boy's eyes and asks, "Why do you like me?"

I was BEGGING. BEGGING for this question. There is a chance she did ask it, because at a certain point, I preferred listening to glorious dead silence over continuing with this.

Because that shit makes absolutely zero sense. I mean, let's get it out of the way, Finn is an overbearing douchebag when we meet him. But LITTLE HAYLEY ROSE is the worst stereotype of Angry Teenage Outcast With a Secret that I've read in a seriously long time. When Finn gives her ungrateful ass a ride home because she's convinced something is wrong with her father, she rants and rages at him the whole time, and while I can appreciate she's having some form of panic attack, what the fuck about that scene would endear ANYONE to her?

Is it just because he's see above re: overbearing douchebag?

Second and last LHA book. Because ew.