I picked up this book on pure, John Green-trusting faith. After all, when your favorite author tells you to read a book, you read a book. In just 262 pages, Rowell immerses you in the awkward and painful world of first love, complete with sweaty hand-holding and embarrassing first kisses. Eleanor and Park aren’t your conventional couple. She’s chubby with flyaway red hair, questionable fashion sense, and an abusive home life. He’s half Asian with kick-ass taekwondoe skills and a love of punk rock. Set during the span of one year in the 1980’s, Eleanor and Park bond over comic books and The Smiths every morning on the bus until they’ve cemented themselves in eachother’s lives.
I enjoyed this book a lot. As a self-proclaimed YA enthusiast, I’m a sucker for a good love story, but I’m an even bigger sucker for excellent character and plot development. This wasn’t just a story about a boy and a girl, as the title suggests. If I were you, I’d read more to find out.