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Average rating3.5
I rarely re-read books. But I was craving this, or maybe I saw it somewhere and remember loving it. I know it's very teenager-y, but I identified with it in that I was like Min, I didn't come with a ‘ready made' label. I did date an athlete (football player) with disaster. His mother wasn't sick, but he was loosing his eye sight; he didn't love me, but he left me because he ‘didn't want to fall in love' with me eye roll – oh that summer before college. I was friends with the band geeks (dated the drum major a few years before the footballer) those in drama, and robotics. I was different, too, not arty, but not much of anything else. I was a fierce friend to those I thought the friendship was worth, and to a few it wasn't, and I had a friend like Al, minus the cliché of ending up with him (although we almost dated). My friends were more likely to throw more glamorous parties rather than ragers or keggers, although there were flirtations with jello shots, but they were classy and thematic.
I love that I had forgotten the ending, it was like new again re-reading it on a hot summer morning before work, having my heart break again for her even though I knew, knew from the beginning, that that was all that was in store for Min.
Min rings true for me and this is probably my favorite Daniel Handler book. I love the analogies and constant references to things I'm too afraid to look up, not wanting to find out if they're not real, because they feel real and not wanting to find out if they are real and possibly not as good as they are in my head. I love the detail rich world in Min's head and of her life.