So I've had a little bit of a reading slump lately. I just can't be bothered to read anything, no books, no short stories, no poetry, no nothing. And I hate it. I love to read so when I physically can't make myself pay attention to a book it makes me very mad at myself. But during this break I got back on the reading badwagon with this nice book.
"Teen angst? Naaah..." is a quasi-autobiography by Ned Vizzini. It is a collection of short stories the author has written about his own teenager life. The book is divided into sections by the school year he was in when the stories took place. The blurb on the back says that "this collection of essays (in which names have been changed "so I don't get yelled at") never fails to bring out the humor and the truth of growing up."
I really liked the book, because it did exactly what the blurb promised. It brought out the humor and truth of growing up. And it did that without becoming too sappy or motivational, because the author had written the stories when he was dealing with these things first-hand, back when he still was a teenager. The stories didn't seem watered down or censored and they were, dare I say it, relatable. I could relate to the stories and I liked that a lot.
I had read Ned Vizzini's "It's kind of a funny story" (by the way gr8 book 10/10 would recommend) and having liked that I had great expectations for this book. And the book filled my expectations so yes, great success (hella rhymes).
Til next time,
Ingrid.
P.S. this post was brought to you by midnight writing to the sound of my lovely friend Ingrid (yes I have a friend that has the same name as me wow) sending me poop emojis on facebook.
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