So I just finished Gone Girl and Let's Pretend This Never Happened and those are some hard acts to follow. After them, I couldn't bear to read anything that wasn't Harry Potter because I am SO EXCITED FOR READING RAMBO'S READALONG HOLY CRAP HAVE YOU SIGNED UP YET. Fortunately, I eventually stopped vibrating with excitement enough to remember I had recently purchased Juliet, Naked.
I'm halfway through, and man, it's great. It's light and funny and I like the characters and the focus on music and messed up relationships. It's Hornby: Classic.
My first first dance with Hornby — like many of us, I'd imagine — came with High Fidelity, and it was love at first top 5 list. Lists! Music! Britishness!
|My most gleeful of jams.|
Then About a Boy happened and with it came tears and late-bloomed Nirvana enthusiasm. Slam was fine and A Long Way Down was freaking genius (I feel like Hornby must have written it on a bet. Make suicide funny?
It will be my greatest triumph to date.)
The only Hornby I haven't liked, How to be Good, deserves a reread, because it was my encounter with a protagonist that I actively wanted to slap. I couldn't handle it when I first read it, and I think my reaction might have been greater than what I was reacting to.
So, Hornby's no Harry, but he'll do. FOR NOW.