Somewhere in the beginning of this book, our 13 year old narrator comments that most people don’t like her.
She was right…I didn’t like her either (although I do like her skirt and sweater).
In a strange turnabout, I am having much better luck with my non-fiction choices this year. My two fiction reads have been ho-hum, while two of the three non-fiction reads have been stellar.
A Long Way From Verona is a Europa edition, which means 1) it’s probably nothing I’ve ever heard of prior to reading (I can’t even remember how I came across this book…it’s possible it’s one of the books Europa sent me back when I was on their mailing list) and 2) there’s a very good chance I’ll love the cover. If you’ve ever held a Europa, you’ll know what I’m talking about. They’re usually books by European authors (Jane Gardam is English) and they have French flaps and cool artwork.
And yes, I know that tells you nothing about what this book is actually about. I might be procrastinating.
- 13 year old precocious narrator who thinks she’s the shit when it comes to writing
- Teachers who don’t appreciate her brilliance
- A pseudo-mentor who does…until she realizes his books are crap
- A bombing raid
- Capitalism, socialism, self-awareness, blah, blah, blah
- The end.