Did Not Finish (DNF)
“It was bound to happen, and one night it did.” – Garth Brooks
It was daytime, though, in my car, on Disc Two of the seven that make up Jenny Han’s To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before. That’s when I had to turn it off.
People love this series – hello, it’s a trilogy. You don’t get to write books two and three if no one loves the first one. So my hopes were high, and my opinion now probably unpopular.
Protagonist Laura Jean started out cute. A little timid, a lot wholesome, but tapping on the inside of her eggshell, promising to emerge. Then, just over an hour and a half in, I got to the “car accident.” It all ended there. WHAT A WEENIE. Laura Jean, I want to slap your fictional face for being such a mental, emotional wimp. What year is it? Am I reading Leave it to Beaver? There’s probably a shining character arc that stars here and rainbows its way toward Laura Jean being more than a wet rag, but alas. I shall never know. The moment she more-or-less ran the stop sign (something totally out of character – or lack of a character – for this choir mouse) and then couldn’t even manage to call AAA? Stop. Eject. Return to library.
Oh well. She probably has three books worth of Josh-angst, and I salute the many who have enjoyed them. I shall be reading something else.