Reread. It's summer, and this is a cute and pretty entertaining airplane read. I love how it's at least as much about the friendship between the four women as it is about the dude. Also love the casual mention of same-sex weddings and discussion of class issues (though not in depth, of course, it's a romance novel).
I loved this SO HARD the first time I read it, but it doesn't hold up as well to later readings for me. I identify like crazy with being a big fish in a small pond and then moving to a much bigger pond and having to adjust accordingly. I liked how the book dealt with the race/gender/sexuality issues without making it Very Special Episode-ish or changing the focus of the book. I don't think this one displaces [b:The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks 1629601 The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks E. Lockhart http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1313980820s/1629601.jpg 1623714] or the Ruby Oliver books in my heart, but I definitely identify with it more. Added w/reread July 2012: I still adore this book. And the epilogue.
I stopped reading this on the train because I was worried about crying on the way to work. Turns out I would've been okay. That's not a criticism of the book at all, more of my cold black heart. I still think Will Grayson, Will Grayson is my favorite John Green, but this is also excellent, if not quite able to live up to the ecstatic reviews I heard.
I'm assuming that not having a whole lot of insight into Hannah's character was sort of the point of this book, and I get that, but it made it hard to get into. Especially since all we end up knowing about Clay is that he is apparently one of only two decent people in the entire high school (both guys, just saying), and he lives somewhere that there are both buses and it's totally safe for 17 year olds to wander around at night. I get the intent behind the ending, but ... ugh.
I feel like this book was superseded a bit by the explosion in cooking shows and networks and all that, but I also think this book precipitated that explosion in a way, so it's a victim of its own success, I guess? I read this entire thing in Anthony Bourdain's voice. Which makes sense, since he wrote it.