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“Self-deprecating humor abounds in this debut novel that pulls no punches about the experience of depression and anxiety for its teen protagonist.”—Kirkus Reviews (starred review) “I hate myself but I love Walt Whitman, the kook. Always positive. I need to be more positive, so I wake myself up every morning with a song of myself.” Sixteen-year-old James Whitman has been yawping (à la Whitman) at his abusive father ever since he kicked his beloved older sister, Jorie, out of the house. James’s painful struggle with anxiety and depression—along with his ongoing quest to understand what led to his self-destructive sister’s exile—make for a heart-rending read, but his wild, exuberant Whitmanization of the world and keen sense of humor keep this emotionally charged debut novel buoyant. “A poignant, funny, and bighearted novel about the power of saving oneself.”—Nina LaCour, award-winning author of We Are Okay “The right readers may find it lifesaving. Give this darkly funny debut to fans of Stephen Chbosky’s The Perks of Being a Wallflower.”—Booklist “Roskos has created a character that does not necessarily change throughout the book, but learns to live with himself as he is, to celebrate himself and those around him even as flawed as they are.”—VOYA “Author Roskos’s strength lies in his refusal to tidy up the mess in James’s life and in his relentless honesty about surviving with depression and anxiety.”—Horn Book “Roskos effectively sketches James as a boy who is far more comfortable inside his own head than in connecting with others . . . Bravely facing real sorrow, James confronts his problems with grace and courage.”—Publishers Weekly
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Yay, after forcing myself to read a bunch of popular paranormal romance books so I can stay HIP AND RELEVANT for the kids these days, I read a YA book that I picked out for myself!! And it was so great! I read it all in one day!
I love realistic contemporary fiction about kids who are kind of pretentious and maybe say things that are a few degrees smarter than what real kids stay but still seem realistic about it.
Like maybe there are real teenagers who start out each day by YAWPING and reciting Walk Whitman aloud. Like three of them. In the world. But who cares because fictional James Whitman does it and it's perfect and endearing and sad. Really strong, great narrative of depression and fraught family life and high school and therapy that ends up being a narrative of strength and joy rather than, like, depression.