Piecing Me Together

Thinly characterized, coincidentally executed narrative that ruins a chance at exploring a coming-of-age, outsider-looking-in growth tale with SJW tunnel vision, historical inconsideracy and arbitrary character decision-making which is less organic then it is pre-destined– forced, even. John Green may have had this novel on his mind half a year post-publishing but I won't recollect anything in so many days. The lack of any forced romance was quite welcome and there are some smart, insightful lines sprinkled about which, to paraphrase one of the novel's characters, shows you can still learn things from otherwise imperfect people. Still, those are hardly enough to save this tree from not bearing desirable fruit. A shame.