Helly and happy Sunday. I finished reading How to Break a Boy by Laurie Devore a while ago, but didn’t really feel like sitting down and telling you about it until now. This is one of those novels that I wouldn’t recommend to anyone nowadays, even though I admit that I would’ve devoured it and sworn by it had i read it when it came out in early 2017.

Do you remember those early Courtney Summers novels about “broken girls” in which nothing good could possibly happen, but we still got to side with the main characters and root for them? If you did, you were probably somewhat of a high school bully (as I was…it’s in the past now, okay?) I’m referencing this specific subgenre within the YA contemporary selection because that’s exactly what came to mind when reading How to Break a Boy. I actually got the feeling, aside from some unique details, that I was pretty much rereading a Courtney Summers book because they were both just so similar.

And look, I know why psychologically one might get pleasure out of reading these stories as a teenager or even as a young adult, but clearly as a thirty-year-old (oh, wow) I experienced none of that. Like I said before, not only would I avoid recommending this book, I would make an active effort to persuade people to pick up literally anything but this. Seriously, it was a waste of my time.