“When I was little, my dad used to tell me, “Will, you can pick your friend, and you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friend’s nose.”
I bought this book on the strength of that line alone, the opening sentence in Will Grayson. Go on, you would have too! But sadly, It just didn’t have the kick it needed in the end. Or perhaps it had only kick, and no substance? Or perhaps the collaborative novel doesn’t really work after all (John Green, I love you, David Levithan, I love you – but guys, the duet just isn’t doing it for me).
In a way, this novel made me feel like an old person, like a creepy guy hanging out by the shops asking kids in a faux-cool voice if they wanna have a fag with me. The distance between me and the characters was vast. I had no idea who they were, they made no sense to me, they didn’t even seem like real people. They felt like empty shells or caricatures. Especially that rampant sexually over-charged fat guy called Tiny who, for all his “largeness”, physically and figuratively, never seemed to have any trouble getting a boyfriend. Really? Is it so easy to be an overweight gay teenager these days?
so all this bummed me out cos, i like, so so thought this genre was opening up to me, y’know?