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Lists with This Book. Community Reviews. Showing Average rating 3. Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Start your review of Why We Broke Up. Is it the words I tell myself I need, or just the covetousness that accompanies a rush of cover-lust?

There you were on the shelf, distinct and red and beautiful - a waxy-covered, solid weight in my gluttonous hands. I will have this book , I thought, and I took you home. But the longer I left you on my shelf the more I resented your smug presence. If ever a book could be self-satisfied, I thought it would be you. Your illustrations, your thick paper, your heavily-blurbed back cover lush with accolades. This book, I told myself, is trying to be something. Well, excuse me. So, I ignored you.

Pushed you to the bottom of the stack, threw you over for other books time and time again. Until one day, I was. I was wilfully resistant to your efforts at charm. Until suddenly, I did. Item by item, with each relic dropped into the box, I fell for you. I found Min in those dashed down anecdotes and I knew her. I knew this person who wanted so desperately to be something but thought herself nothing. And I saw in her story another hurt, another bad decision, another break-up that ended in a pile of photographs and mementos on fire in the backyard, in a moment of youthful drama and heartbroken pyromania.

All the moments that were never quite right, but were still precious; all the reasons it was prolonged and not put down, put behind, put out of its misery like it should have been. The thing you think you want with everything you have, until its too late and you lose more than you have to give.

And damn you page , for twisting up my chest until I cried ugly tears and felt all over again what it is to get hurt like a kick in the solar plexus. To feel so diminished and bereft and empty of everything worthwhile. I thought you were pretentious and insincere and I was determined to hold everything I possibly could against you. Love, Reynje View all 78 comments.

May 10, Bern rated it really liked it Recommends it for: Anyone with feelings. Shelves: , perfection , ya , the-feeeelings-are-drowning-me , loved-it-to-bits , romance. I'm going to tell you something, whoever-is-going-to-read-this-review, if anybody will be reading this piece of junk that I am writing as I go at all. I'm going to tell you something, and you better believe me because I'm not one to give advice to strangers unless they're lost on the subway, or wondering where the nearest KFC is.

I always know where the nearest KFC is. I don't know how personal or convoluted this might get, but I guess it's what some people say, right? Never mind that those people are mostly losers, let's forget that for a moment.

Whatever it is that I end up telling you is going to start now, so if you're in dire need of a potty break, I suggest you do it quickly. Some serious feeling-dumping is about to take place here. I honestly hated this book. For a while there, for who-knows-how-many-pages, I saw reading this pretentious bundle of heavy and colorful pages as a chore.

I did. Thinking back to the time when I honestly wanted this book to burst in spontaneous combustion and who gives a damn about the 20 dollars I spent of my hard earned money on this piece of crap? Really, it makes sense. I hated this book right off the bat and I did so with reason because it wasn't what i expected.

I wasn't really sure of what I expected, but it certainly was not this , all these dormant feelings just waiting around the corner to beat me in the head with a shovel, all these run-on sentences that ended up forming something eerily cohesive, all these words and words and more words and where's-this-damn-story-going?

I hated how the main character's - Min's - train of thought were literal train wrecks, I hated how everything was so pretentious and seemingly unreal, I hated the pages and pages and pages of run-on sentences depicting the most trivial, tedious stuff that had me doubting I could even finish what I'd initially dubbed a piece of utterly arrogant crap.

In short, I wanted it gagged, tied up, driven to the woods in a shoddy pickup truck and shot dead. But you see, the freakiest thing is that I didn't.

Hate it, I mean. It's not my favorite book - although it could be, and maybe tomorrow it might, once all the haze that finishing it has got me on is gone. I don't really know what adjectives to attach to this book, because compared to its savvy way with words, nothing that I come up with right now will ever do it justice.

What I can say, is that it was a thing of beauty. And that's not an adjective so don't give me that look like I'm pretentiously contradicting myself, thank you very much! But I'm veering off the point here: This book didn't make me cry.

It has, it seems, made lots of people cry, but not me. It did shock me, though. It made me tremble, gasp, and stare at it agape, like some that one idiot who wasn't in on his or hers surprise party. This book made my heart hurt. This book crushed my feelings and handed them back to me in a platter, shrugging when I asked what the hell was I supposed to do with them now, This book made me lots of things but the one I liked the most - the one that stayed with me for as long as it could before I started dramatically PTSD'ing about it like a traumatized grandpa who fought in 'Nam back in the day and has seen it all - was that it made me smile.

As I said, the smile didn't last long - when you're this shocked about something, it's kinda hard to stop your mouth from freezing in a permanent "O". But it was there and it was beautiful and blissful and all those gushy things we see and watch and read about but never really happen to us - to me, at least.

It was there and for one brief moment, I didn't want to let this book go. I didn't want to put it back on my shelf - the one it sits in now, still all pretentious-looking and looming over its lesser peers - and have it more than inches away from me. I fought back the overwhelming feeling, obviously, and I did win, kinda-sorta-not-really, but although I am not clutching it with my wishful fingers or staring at its cover like it just whispered dirty and unknown things in my ear, this book is Why I Smiled, an establishing shot of The Idiot Who Made Assumptions That Weren't The Least Bit Right, a whole box filled with insignificant feelings that I now give back to you, person-who-has-probably-not-read-thus-far.

Make what you want of this because I'm done. I am done and I never want to revisit this, not today, not ever, probably tomorrow. View all 31 comments. Feb 05, Jesse JesseTheReader rated it it was amazing. I feel like I just went through a break up. View all 5 comments. Apr 02, tiph rated it it was ok Shelves: kindle , Let me tell you, book, why we broke up. You were in first person, the narrator being a girl who constantly, constantly was being called arty, different, and who always hated it, who always repeated herself and wrote in run on sentences like it would sound different.

And that's why we broke up. Her boyfriend, this different girl's boyfriend, is a jock, and quite clearly from day 1 an asshat and a loser, and yet she dated him and loved him within two weeks of ever knowing him, and it was such a Let me tell you, book, why we broke up. Her boyfriend, this different girl's boyfriend, is a jock, and quite clearly from day 1 an asshat and a loser, and yet she dated him and loved him within two weeks of ever knowing him, and it was such a stupid and ludicrous thing for her to do, and that's why we broke up.

And to make matters worse, this girl, this Min, as her name is, turns out to be a sort of manic pixie dream girl who is inspiring the best in the jock. She's amazing, of course, but Handler didn't make her believable at all, not the way she had friends or didn't have them, or the way she planned things or did whatever she wanted while apparently being Jewish with an overprotective mother.

We don't really get to know who she is other than two things: she's obsessed with films, arty films, and her entire identity apparently resides in her boyfriend. Also, most chapters ended with "and that's why we broke up," right after talking about something nice he did that had absolutely nothing to do with why they broke up. But you know, that's why we broke up. Also I dislike books with extremely static characters. Especially if all the characters are static. Just, no. View all 22 comments.

Aug 18, Tatiana rated it did not like it Recommended to Tatiana by: Kirkus. Shelves: tres-annoying , dnf , ya , romancelandia , 6 , printz , starred Her penchant for run-on sentences and pages-long angst-filled paragraphs is hard to appreciate.

The dialog is mostly annoying too. It is worth mentioning though, that this book got starred reviews from pretty much every major professional review publication. So I am clearly going against the grain here. View all 33 comments. Jun 28, Oriana rated it it was amazing Shelves: read First, here's just one elided line—not even the most wonderful line, just a lovely one—out of a million beautiful lines that encapsulates why Daniel Handler is the most wonderful startlingly unique best ever: "You snacked away into the other room, and the rubber band sat in my hand, a loose worm, a lazy snake, a wide-open lasso ready to rodeo something.

Who is more fantastic than Daniel Handler? No one, no one, no one. Holy goodness gracious this book is so good. Another t First, here's just one elided line—not even the most wonderful line, just a lovely one—out of a million beautiful lines that encapsulates why Daniel Handler is the most wonderful startlingly unique best ever: "You snacked away into the other room, and the rubber band sat in my hand, a loose worm, a lazy snake, a wide-open lasso ready to rodeo something.

Another thing this book is is long. And now that I bike instead of subwaying and spend smoke breaks on my phone with the Facebook, it takes me way way longer to read things. So in the spirit of this beautiful brilliant book, which is the story of a collection of objects that together make up a few-month relationship, I will tell you about all the things I stuck between its pages over the month I was lugging it around.

Body Actualized Center is a former chicken slaughterhouse remade into a yoga school and venue for "chill-out" parties. If you think that's neat, you can read an interview with the space's founder on my site here.

Because I live in Brooklyn, this is a laughably impossible idea, but I went so far as to answer a few of ads, and Daniela, a kind but firm Russian lady, showed me a couple of apartments that are the size of a postage stamp half a mile from any subway and cost a million dollars or so.

Oh Brooklyn. Old Navy coupon I am way too morally superior to buy sweatshop-made, unfashionable, fall-apart-after-the-first-wash duds from this stupid store I am not proud of this. I met her at an art salon, and then I left the salon and biked around and met up with my boyfriend and we went for Chinese food, and there was Laura, sitting at the bar.

Also, what a neat idea for a business card. It looks pretty rad, I should check them out. Although also a reminder that Queens is a goddamn lot less bicycle-friendly than Brooklyn. She's the niece of one of the writers I work with at my weird day job, which is at a ghostwriting firm. Dorsey's Kitchen. The site is in Spanish, which I do not speak.

I was not so swayed. I will pay this really soon. And there you have it! A selection of detritus from a month of my life. Also this would be x longer. And I would be able to afford a pair of jeans that are not morally reprehensible. View all 38 comments. Oct 12, Ariel rated it really liked it. I haven't read something I so enjoyed in quite a long while. I read this book with my friend Jesse.

Every day we would set a target and read up until that point, sharing what we thought of that section, gushing or ranting. That experience was so much fun and it definitely added to the reasons why I loved it - it was something I shared with a friend.

However, this book didn't need that added loveliness for me to give it five stars. The biggest point of WOO for me is the writing. Daniel Handler Wow. Daniel Handler really has his own style, and he can really work it. The novel read as a stream of consciousness, as a person thinking and feeling without the filters of editing and proper grammar. Some of the passages were so poetic, so well constructed, that I reread them. I never highlight things, never take notes while reading, but I did with this book.

It was so deserving. The plot can also not be forgotten. We are all aware, even before the book has started, that the two main characters will be splitting up. But I found myself searching for hope that maybe they could make it work, searching for loopholes. Even though I knew exactly where the plot was going, could even guess a bit of the ending, it still had me excited and intrigued. Finally, the realism of this book.

In a lot of ways it is instalove, but done ironically. In a lot of YA novels instalove isn't done on purpose.. In this, however, the instalove was bold and true. It was the reason that they had to break up. Because it's instalove. It isn't real. The characters too, had so many flaws that you don't often get to see with YA novels. I hated them sometimes, but relished in their flaws. I loved this book. I enjoyed every moment of it. It had it's setbacks of course, there were several times when I was quite confused, not understanding what was going on, misinterpreting.

But I think that might have been a bit on purpose. You can't understand everything. What I do know is that I loved this book. Loved it loved it loved it. View all 3 comments. Shelves: dontwasteyourtime , abandoned , tried-to-read , abittoalotofromance , souwannabeholdencaulfield , , disappointing , excusemewhileiyawn , howaboutno , summer-reads. I did not finish this book.

Nor, do I have any intention of doing so. I don't pretend to be an expert on Lemony Snicket or whoever. I did not read that 'series of unfortunate events' series and frankly, never plan on doing so, either. But I can say, that this author, has-theoretically-disappointed me. It's not that the plot was bad It's just that I didn't like the main characters. I didn't like how every little thing of every thing someone did had I did not finish this book. I didn't like how every little thing of every thing someone did had to be wry, sarcastic or overly angsty.

I didn't like um Something generic like that. I didn't like the narratror, either which I think is important, don't you? Wasn't her name Miranda or something? I don't know. I can't remember anyone's name. But I suppose that doesn't really matter. The book was published in multiple languages including English, consists of pages and is available in Hardcover format.

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Sixteen-year-old Min Green writes a letter to Ed Slaterton in which she breaks up with him, documenting their relationship and how items in the accompanying box, from bottle caps to a cookbook, foretell the end. I was shocked at that, because I thought of myself as an endless romantic. I just kept falling for girl after girl after girl.

And she thought of me as a playa. Inside the box is why they broke up. Two bottle caps, a moving-picture show price tag, a collapsible note, a box of matches, a drafting instrument, books, a toy truck, a try of ugly earrings, a comb from a motor lodge room, and Young Adult. Michael L. Printz Honor book, The sort of day when you think everything will be all right, etc. Not the right day for this, not for us, who went out when it rains, from October 5 until November