Title: The Dawson's creek of literature
Product review: This has to be one of the most cliche ridden excuses for teen-angst literature ever published, although it's popular acclaim was to be expected what with the increased "dumbing down" of today's creative litarary standards. Upon reading a synopsis of the book, I was hopeful in the expectation that the protagonist would have some semblance to myself during my formative years. I was treated to the ramblings of some pretentious wannabe Holden Caulfield (accurate so far), but, to reiterate what others have already said, no teenager I ever knew spoke like this. It reads like the script of a bad episode of Dawson's Creek. Have they had this on Oprah's book club yet?Please, if you think you might share something in common with this guy, why not try Mersault in Camus' far superior "The Stranger".
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