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Why We Broke Up
by Daniel Handler
You guyyyyyyyyyyys.
I love this book so hard. I love Min so much. I even like Ed, stupid, foolish Ed, who is too young to understand why Min is writing that letter. I love this story because I've written letters like that, catalogs of everything that went right when you're trying to understand what went wrong. I love this book because of the language Min uses to describe that brief relationship and all it meant to her, the run on sentences and vivid details and allusions to movies as if her life were a giant cinema.
And I had that moment on the train yesterday, when you are reading the part of the novel where everything shifts and becomes clear, and you realize the real reason why they broke up, and you think about just missing your stop and being late to your new job because who are you to leave Min just yet, as she writes those words (that final note to Ed, the truth of what happened to him after, what you wondered as you read those last pages, interjected so briefly, so heartbreakingly you just sort of sigh-sob to yourself).
I just love this book and want to hug Min and watch movies with her while drinking that fizzy drink she and Al hadn't had a chance to name yet.
Also, I am mildly ashamed to say that I thought Lemony Snicket was ghost-written by a lady and not the fabulous Daniel Handler because apparently I live under a rock under a bridge on an island with no cell service. I had the opportunity to listen to him talk at BEA while waiting on line for Jay Asher's new book and I really can't wait to see what else he brings to the YA table.
I love this book so hard. I love Min so much. I even like Ed, stupid, foolish Ed, who is too young to understand why Min is writing that letter. I love this story because I've written letters like that, catalogs of everything that went right when you're trying to understand what went wrong. I love this book because of the language Min uses to describe that brief relationship and all it meant to her, the run on sentences and vivid details and allusions to movies as if her life were a giant cinema.
And I had that moment on the train yesterday, when you are reading the part of the novel where everything shifts and becomes clear, and you realize the real reason why they broke up, and you think about just missing your stop and being late to your new job because who are you to leave Min just yet, as she writes those words (that final note to Ed, the truth of what happened to him after, what you wondered as you read those last pages, interjected so briefly, so heartbreakingly you just sort of sigh-sob to yourself).
I just love this book and want to hug Min and watch movies with her while drinking that fizzy drink she and Al hadn't had a chance to name yet.
Also, I am mildly ashamed to say that I thought Lemony Snicket was ghost-written by a lady and not the fabulous Daniel Handler because apparently I live under a rock under a bridge on an island with no cell service. I had the opportunity to listen to him talk at BEA while waiting on line for Jay Asher's new book and I really can't wait to see what else he brings to the YA table.