What You Called Yuppy, I Call Hipster (And Other Justifications For Reading Teenage Novels)



The Book: The Statistical Probability of Love At First Sight

Why I Read It: According to a friend (the kind that likes to solicit unwarranted opinions, as the best kinds do), I gravitate towards “angsty” lit in the nature of Dawsonian teenage melodrama. And even though I used to remember my older siblings uttering the “I can’t believe the 80’s are coming back… I grew up in the 80’s!” requisite commentary, I can’t help but feel that my semi-90’s prepubescent memories offer one nagging, persistent “jagged little pill” as of late (see how I did that?): I am getting old. Ok, before you freak out about that statement (deep breaths, people, deep breaths), I truly can’t believe that discussion points such as BMG CD ordering services [my first were Cake and Green Day, respectively], the original “remake” of Les Mis [the one with Claire Danes, not Anne Hathaway- which we all seem to forget even though it was only made 14 years ago], and Napster [Metallica is still stifling a tear] seem to hark nostalgic in most beings to date. So what if I like delving into the petulant love falsifications of teenagers via “easy readings”, yet I’m nearly nearing 30? Sometimes escapism is an absolute must. And in a world where Hot Topic and AOL IM are considered near antique (and the only thing interesting about MySpace is Justin Timberlake’s unexplainable, post-Facebook stardom investment in it), dare I say a darn right necessity.


Why You Should Read It: I’ll admit it- the writing is varying levels of lackluster compared to my last book review from John Green, and the premise was more akin to Lifetime or We TV predictability (which, apparently, is all Hollywood writers think we double X chromosome-ers can handle). But, if you are looking for a delightful “skim” or mindless fodder for when you can’t pretend to enjoy CSpan any longer, than this is a good read. It’s kind of like a chai latte: it doesn’t deliver the caffeine that a real latte does (thus making it essential for survival), nor does it satiate your hankerings for the “good stuff”, but now and again- you just want something frothy and fun. This is it. It’s really not as bad as I’m making it sound (the “falling in love” portion at the forefront of the book is truly the best part), and is relatively insightful for other single parents recently surviving divorce. That being said, it’s best served with chai… you know what I’m saying?

Dorky Sound Off: Do you ever feel too old for teenage lit?

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