At this moment, I am less than a hundred pages away from finishing this widely known book about a girl that gets addicted to drugs and how it turns her life into shit.
So far, I have been absolutely annoyed with the narrative. The first few pages nearly turned me off with how flowery the vocabulary was. I kept imagining Tabitha St. Germain playing her My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic’s character throughout the entire thing. It was so artsy sounding, it almost sounded like it was trying too hard. I nearly set the book aside and didn’t bother.
I am also dreading the ending since I know she’s going to die after constantly failing to get her life on track after getting help. That’s not a major spoiler, since it’s a famous book and like all famous books the endings are spoiled whether you were planning on reading it or not. But now I’m in that lull state where I’m just waiting for it to end so I can knock it off of my TBR list and move on.
Honestly, I should have read this book back when I was in high school. High school me would have loved the crap out of this story. But high school me sniffed her nose at it because it was based on realism, and high school me wanted fantasy and supernatural fodder. But this book feels like it should be read by teenagers, because it feels like it was written with teenagers in mind.
Now I want to watch a movie that was based on this book. I’m interested in seeing how the director interpreted a diary-style story into a movie.
The thing I’m looking forward to the most with this book is that I can cross it off of the list of books that everyone says that I need to read. I mean, I already know how it ends and all, what else is there to look forward to? It’s like those people that read Lord of the Rings or Pride and Prejudice just so they can say they did it. Everyone knows those stories; it’s the matter of how deeply they know it that makes them (kind of) stand out.