I'm sure it says something terribly lame about me that one of the few books that has made me cry (just a little bit, I swear) this year is the charming YA novel, Eleanor & Park by the wonderfully named Rainbow Powell. It's a very slight book, both in terms of length (you can read it in a night) and scope, but if there is a better book about what it's like to be young and falling in love then I have yet to find it. So, go on readers, you get on that and give it a try. For myself I'm off to re-read this a hundred times so I can regain my cynicism.
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