Nathaniel is a shallow, narcissistic writer on the search for the perfect girl. He flits through relationships, trying to be a good guy, but because he sucks he winds up leaving a trail of broken hearts and pissed off girls in his wake. Finally he decides he wants a smart, literary, down-to-earth, low-maintenance girl. And he finds this in Hannah. Will sad, little Nathaniel be able to appreciate and enjoy this relationship, or will he over think it into oblivion and worry too much what other people think?
I’ve said it before and will unfortunately say it again: I can’t get onboard with a book that has not one likable character. Nathaniel is a despicable little twat. I drew comfort in knowing that people like him don’t really exist until I read reviews stating things like, “It’s as if the author jumped into my brain and stole the thoughts right out of my head. This is exactly me!” The comfort withdrew and instead I was saddened by all the saddos out there, going about their lives somehow overwhelmingly insecure, yet completely full of themselves at the same time. And then there was Hannah, who is just as pathetic in her own way.
There’s really not much to say about this book, except that I would like to rename it Island of the Turds.