When The Meaning of Meaning Starts To Feel Meaningless
In just one sitting, as I stare at the last page thinking how this book managed to ruined half of my future plans in life, I just realized two things all at once- one, if you want to cuss all day about how good this book is, then better start reading and skipped this review at all. And two, I’d like to warn you that this book might score you straight home.
First things first, the story is all about a shy and bookworm teenage girl that found love and self-acceptance in the persona of her English teacher- yes, a student-teacher relationship to which we may see as forbidden but exciting, consuming, steamy, and let’s admit it, a usual plot. I know some of you may feel like, ‘Why bother reading a book that goes the same with all other books?’
This book just hits you straight in the heart in a very painful and truthful way. I may not do enough justice to justify how I felt upon reading this book because it’s just painfully beautiful I want to smack everyone in my line of sight.
“… No one’s that special. No one’s meant for you. It’s not ill-fated or star-crossed or unjust. It’s just desire, stupid and meaningless and base.”
“… Why is it so easy to see that other people’s lives are random and pointless and so hard to see that your own is too?”
That is what I’m talking about people.
Charlie, a senior, isn’t looking forward to her last year of high school. Another year of living in the shadow of her best friend, Lila. Another year of hiding behind the covers of her favorite novels. Another year of navigating her tense relationship with her perfectionist mom.
But everything changes when she meets her new English teacher. Mr. Drummond is smart. Irreverent. Funny. Hot. Everyone loves him. And Charlie thinks he’s the only one who gets her.
She also thinks she might not be the only one with a crush.
In this stunning debut, Jessica Alcott explores relationships-and their boundaries-in a way that is both searingly honest and sympathetic.