24 of 2011 ▪ One Day, by David Nicholls.
Here be a rant — — — By the second page, I realized: I did not like these people. As I read on, I grew to wear this little scowl of Seeing Something Squeamly on a Table—occasionally I’d look at the cover and grimace at that too. What was wrong with me? This is a Sasha Book, it had all the signs. But then I started to understand that the people were the way they were supposed to be. And so my frustrations rightly veered to the book itself. So it was annoying, and then, occasionally, it was sweet, but then it was cloying, and it all fell apart and got maddening. Gah gah gah. I feel I’ve been emotionally manipulated, even swindled. Conned. Not in the good way, nope. This is all Ooooh-calculated-gasping, ooooh-turn-me-into-a-movie. Gaaaah. There’s something fluffy about all this, something hollow. Good god, it had so much promise. There were glimmers of affect. I felt for these two at certain points, all the unrequited love shiznit. But good lord, it disintigretad. No matter how much I resolved to enjoy the cotton candy of it all, it was not satisfying, and that Ooooh-Heartbreaker-You thingie at the end was completely unnecessary. Do I have a heart of stone? Not relevant. This is an icky-bad book. Cheap tricks, cop-outs! I don’t get it, why fall apart? Augh. I suppose I’m indignant. The premise and the framing had so much promise. And I truly feel that Nicholls failed to deliver, hat he basically wasted a damned good idea. Dammit, it’s not even really a love story—it’s a passionate appeal for a movie deal. I mean, come on, lend your premise and this awesome structure a little dignity, will you, please? I am so gahdamned grumpy about this. Fine, seriously, this is not the novel I want it to be. But aside from my given expectations, the book was bad on its own. Bland muck. Sayang, putangina, sayang! Fluff, demmet, swindling fluff!
Even my ranting sounds exhausted. It’s all, “Ah, fuck it.”
This book was given to me last Christmas by my Tita Bong, because she was chillin’ at my Tumblr and probably got fed up with all my Will the Universe please give me this book? chanting. Thanks, Tita! Also, eek!