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A review by emmareadstoomuch
What I Thought Was True by Huntley Fitzpatrick
2.0
i am officially declaring that i have never been wrong, ever, in my life.
for many years, i thought that on the fence (which is by kasie west) and my life next door (which is, like this book, which i will eventually get to reviewing, by huntley fitzpatrick) were the same book.
and even though their insides are very similar, featuring girls with unhappy home lives who begin spending time with families that are rowdy and large and containing many siblings and precisely one cute boy whose eyes and/or abs and/or hair will be a frequent topic of conversation until their romance, which is ultimately broken up by the aforementioned home life, only to come back together just pages from the end...
and even though their outsides are very similar, with titles alluding to the proximity of our protagonist's home to their love interest's, and faceless teen couples embracing in front of fences...
even though they have more in common than they do not, i blamed myself.
but no longer.
because i thought this book, by huntley fitzpatrick, was the same book as the distance between us, by kasie west.
fool me once, i will take the blame. fool me twice, IT IS YOU WHO SHOULD BE ASHAMED.
(don't mind me, i'm just punching up expressions now.)
this book and the distance between us both have earnest, melancholy titles alluding to relationship drama. they both have very early 2010s pinterest fonts in which these titles are written. they both have faceless teen couples touching each other.
and they are both about poor girls who live and work in the summery towns where hot rich guys (sorry, hot guys with rich dads) come to be condescending and fall in love with them.
worst trope ever, also. who enjoys being patronized and babied until a crush comes into fruition? i don't want to have an enemies to lovers arc with these polo-wearing future business majors of america. i want to stomp on their loafers until they leave me alone.
and then leave fiction forever.
how is this nightmare book actually two nightmares!!
part of a series i'm doing in which i review books i read a long time ago in order to be mad
for many years, i thought that on the fence (which is by kasie west) and my life next door (which is, like this book, which i will eventually get to reviewing, by huntley fitzpatrick) were the same book.
and even though their insides are very similar, featuring girls with unhappy home lives who begin spending time with families that are rowdy and large and containing many siblings and precisely one cute boy whose eyes and/or abs and/or hair will be a frequent topic of conversation until their romance, which is ultimately broken up by the aforementioned home life, only to come back together just pages from the end...
and even though their outsides are very similar, with titles alluding to the proximity of our protagonist's home to their love interest's, and faceless teen couples embracing in front of fences...
even though they have more in common than they do not, i blamed myself.
but no longer.
because i thought this book, by huntley fitzpatrick, was the same book as the distance between us, by kasie west.
fool me once, i will take the blame. fool me twice, IT IS YOU WHO SHOULD BE ASHAMED.
(don't mind me, i'm just punching up expressions now.)
this book and the distance between us both have earnest, melancholy titles alluding to relationship drama. they both have very early 2010s pinterest fonts in which these titles are written. they both have faceless teen couples touching each other.
and they are both about poor girls who live and work in the summery towns where hot rich guys (sorry, hot guys with rich dads) come to be condescending and fall in love with them.
worst trope ever, also. who enjoys being patronized and babied until a crush comes into fruition? i don't want to have an enemies to lovers arc with these polo-wearing future business majors of america. i want to stomp on their loafers until they leave me alone.
and then leave fiction forever.
how is this nightmare book actually two nightmares!!
part of a series i'm doing in which i review books i read a long time ago in order to be mad