4 1/2 stars


"This time, something different happens, though. It’s the daydreaming that does it. I’m doing the usual
thing—imagining in tiny detail the entire course of the relationship, from first kiss, to bed, to moving in
together, to getting married (in the past I have even organized the track listing of the party tapes), to how
pretty she’ll look when she’s pregnant, to names of children—until suddenly I realize that there’s
nothing left to actually, like, happen. I’ve done it all, lived through the whole relationship in my head.
I’ve watched the film on fast-forward; I know the whole plot, the ending, all the good bit. Now I’ve got
to rewind and watch it all over again in real time, and where’s the fun in that?
And fucking … when’s it all going to fucking stop? I’m going to jump from rock to rock for the rest of
my life until there aren’t any rocks left? I’m going to run each time I get itchy feet? Because I get them
about once a quarter, along with the utilities bills. More than that, even, during British Summer Time.
I’ve been thinking with my guts since I was fourteen years old, and frankly speaking, between you and
me, I have come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains." ( )

Πολύ ευχάριστο ανάγνωσμα, ιδανικό για περίοδο διακοπών... Αν ο αναγνώστης δεν έχει ζήσει τα '90, ίσως να χάσει λίγο από το χιούμορ του βιβλίου...Η ταινία μου είχε αρέσει, αλλά το βιβλίο είναι αρκετα καλύτερο.
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Rob es un chico que no es muy afortunado en el amor, que tiene una tienda de vinilos en el que es coleccionista total, siempre se encuentra en banca rota y que se pasa el día haciendo listas de casi todo. ( )

Despite the promising setting and subject of this novel, I found little in it that encouraged reading the next page. ( )

Why haven't I read this book before now?

Witty writing. Prose that pops. Quirky characters. Mr. Hornsby is a talented storyteller and wordsmith. Rob Fleming is the most annoying, and yet endearing, main character I have ever encountered. ( )