The Last Boy and Girl in the World

We've been told that all good things must come to an end. Even things that feel permanent. Stuff that maybe we take for granted. Like this town. Or for me, my mom. So how tightly are we supposed to hold on to stuff that we love? Really tightly? Or not at all? Should we be sad when they go away? Should we fight? Or is letting stuff we love go inevitable, like that old adage says?

— Well... that was just anticlimactic.

This book was entirely too long for the amount of plot it contained. If ever there was a book that deserved the readers digest condensed treatment, it is this one. Much of the problem resulted from the fact that it was apparent to me right from the first time we met him, that our narrator was chasing the wrong boy and I knew exactly how the story was going to end. The fact that it took us so long to get there seemed ridiculous to me.

A big fat thank you to Simon & Schuster for the free advance copy and the opportunity to pretend my opinion is wanted.