Just to think I almost gave up on Rainbow Rowell. That would have been one massive mistake.
Eleanor & Park is just about the sweetest love story I’ve ever read. Hands down most accurate portrayal of love I’ve ever encountered in a book.
And you know me, give me a few references to music I know/love and I’m hooked. Which this book not only delivered, but also in a relatable way. Like this:
XTC was no good for drowning out the morons at the back of the bus.
Park pressed his headphones into his ears.
Tomorrow he was going to bring Skinny Puppy or the Misfits.
Yeah. That’s a feeling you don’t really grow out of.
And this is one of the best descriptions of gym:
It made sense that Tina was in Eleanor’s gym class – because gym was an extension of hell, and Tina was definitely a demon.
And, well, this is just hilarious and I feel compelled to share:
Maybe he could take a Sharpie to all Josh’s Husker football T-shirts and make them say Hüsker Dü.
Eleanor’s pessimistic attitude ♥♥:
Who knows what he missed. Her fatness. Her weirdness. The fact that she couldn’t talk to him like a regular person.
And for reasons like this, I’m basically in love with both of them:
She couldn’t repay him. She couldn’t even appropriately thank him. How can you thank someone for The Cure?
They’re just so damned reasonable!
I also want to say this, remember how I was complaining about the main character in Mhari McFarlane’s You had me at hello? How she was described as really she was pretty underneath it all, and that just annoyed the hell out of me? Eleanor not only is what I would have wanted McFarlane’s heroine to be, she’s also seen the way you would want her to be, i.e. pretty? Bah! Who cares!? See:
Basically, for me, Eleanor & Park was one of those books that make it seem reasonable to call in sick so that I could keep reading the book.