pedestrienne

I love M.T. Anderson. I want to shake his hand very firmly and look him in the eye and properly thank him for being one of my favorite writers.

This may be my 2nd favorite book of his, next to Feed. Oh, is it good. Of course, there are funny moments and the narration has his signature deadpan delivery, but this was sadder and darker than I'd expected, and more dangerous.

As with the other YA books of Anderson's, there's an exposed, nervy core of raw emotion running under the events, much like the river of pink energy running under the city in Ghostbusters 2, and to read his books is to tap into it while also being delighted by the words and phrases he uses, and it's exhilarating.