by: Jesse Andrews
Greg Gaines is the last master of high school espionage, able to disappear at will into any social environment. He has only one friend, Earl, and together they spend their time making movies, their own incomprehensible versions of Coppola and Herzog cult classics.
Until Greg’s mother forces him to rekindle his childhood friendship with Rachel.
Rachel has been diagnosed with leukemia—-cue extreme adolescent awkwardness—-but a parental mandate has been issued and must be obeyed. When Rachel stops treatment, Greg and Earl decide the thing to do is to make a film for her, which turns into the Worst Film Ever Made and becomes a turning point in each of their lives.
And all at once Greg must abandon invisibility and stand in the spotlight.
I had my break, its time to review this book. I have been thinking how to review this book and how to rate it. I didn't know if give it 5 stars because it sucks, but the narrator told me that it would if I read it. Or to give it the rate I gave it, because it actually suck its own. You can guess which won.
“I might accidentally become like a hermit or a terrorist or something.”Me and Earl and the Dying Girl isn't what I was expecting, but neither are much of the books I read. Some are awesome and others, like this one, I don't know... it sucked? It didn't sucked that bad, because hey! I gave it 3 stars and that counts for something. Going bad to the book... The narrator tells us his story when he was in high school. The narrates how he is, who and how is his best friend (yes, Earl), who is the Dying Girl and how she dies.
“We used to be pretty good friends, but fourteen-year-old girls are psychotic.”I didn't like a little bit how he (Greg) tells the story about Rachel (aka the Dying Girl). He is actually making fun of her sickness and mostly her. But again, he told us that in the prologue. Plus, the story of Earl was kind of blah. The very own story of him was blah. YES, it made me laugh... a LOT. Because he is young, make a lot of stupid things that make me laugh of how stupid they are.
“If after reading this book you come to my home and brutally murder me, I do not blame you.”The end, obviously, was NOT my favorite. I didn't like it, I didn't enjoy it and certainly it makes me not to read the whole book again, not even a little piece. It didn't bore me, but it wasn't the wonderful literature I was looking for in times when reading (for me) is precious quality time. In conclusion, if you want to laugh and get mad at him... read it, if not, don't bother with this book.
“There was just something about her dying that I had understood but not really understood, if you know what I mean. I mean, you can know someone is dying on an intellectual level, but emotionally it hasn't really hit you, and then when it does, that's when you feel like shit.”That was the most coherent thought I found of the book.