All I can say for this book is dull and depressing.

It starts with small chapters that really got me into the book. The main character David, or Justin as he later calls himself, is a 15 year-old boy, tall, good looking. But what makes it very dull and depressing is the fact he sits in his room all day depressed, wondering how fate is going to grind his bones or tear him apart.

At one point he discovers his hidden knack for running but, due to a much older girl saying she doesn’t love him, he quits. But to be honest, mate: by that time you had become a psycho loony – what would she have seen in you?

There are some good parts where you’re on the edge of your seat saying will he die, what will happen? But that too disappears into the dreary chapters ahead of you.

The author, Meg Rosoff, gives the character a very sexual nature, with the needing drive for sex and his unquestionable obsession for lust.

I would see this book sell well due to its gripping blurb and snazzy cover. But once you have got into it you will screw up your face with pure confusion because of the boy's utter mission to hate life and everything.

 

I won’t rate this book, leaving you only with it didn’t, and still doesn’t, appeal to me.