44: Extremely loud & Incredibly Close

I actually have mixed feelings about this book.

But first, some pictures.

beautiful cover

lots of pictures! and i mean lots

random attempts at being poetic and or artistic.

—and now about how I felt about it —-

I feel cheated, honestly. This book is like juice from concentrate, you know they added water, and they are still feigning ignorance and telling you that it’s orange juice. The topic is sensitive, about a boy whose father died in 911. And yeah, I almost feel like he wants to write something that people can’t really judge because it’s so sensitive, but the writing is confusing, convoluted and not at all writing. Well it’s writing, words on a page. But not good words, not great words, and the story itself was only interesting near the end.

Why I feel cheated;
1. unrealistic, no 9 year old boy knows that much.
2. the side story with the guy and the yes-no hands, and the letters that he wrote. they were extremely hard to follow and i lost myself in them a couple of times.
3. the pictures, and the many pages with only one line of text per page, come on, seriously?
4. there’s also some pages with ‘poem-like writing, and even this page where the words conform to a shape to make a point, and yeah, i didn’t get the point because i stopped reading.

but about the story of the boy itself, i actually enjoyed it.

I felt like he tried too hard and it’s never good when you try too hard.

I am going to try his other books because this guy is kinda famous right? and he wins shit and he’s super young.

there are some beautiful sentences, and i only found out about him because people kept quoting his books on tumblr so i thought i’d give it a try. the sentences that people kept quoting were the only good sentences in this entire book, i found one quote myself, and there’s one other one though the jury’s still out on whether those were actual good sentences, or sentimental sentences that passive aggressive people on tumblr like to reblog about.

but this book was pretty sad at parts, not sad like i’m crying or feeling sorry for the characters, but sad from a distance, like when you read news that’s sad but has nothing to do with you. You feel sad, but not directly. I’m mostly feeling sad for humanity right now, there’s definitely better things we could be doing other than fighting.

I hope everyone that was affected by the earthquake and tsunami is safe, and may we live on with the strength that was entrusted on us from the day that we were born.


page 145: I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming?

Posted: March 13th, 2011
Categories: 52 weeks, BOOKS
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