The book is full of delightful melodramatics.

Timmy Reed’s “Kill Me Now” captures the feeling of a teenage summer more thoroughly and successfully than many other novels in its genre — and there are a lot.


Though these places are rich and enthralling, they never seem to overshadow the poignancy of Benjamin’s characters — the Golds’ history as a family is steeped in a sense of the unknown, something which ultimately propels them into the future.

Even if you feel like people don’t appreciate you back this Valentine’s Day, loving other people or even just liking other people all by yourself is actually awesome.

Every sentence, every careful observation from Charlie, oozes with an unbridled adolescent angst that’s devastatingly honest in one moment, honestly devastating in the next.


By taking a circuitous, indirect and deeply personal approach to her subject matter, Smith often hits essential truths about human nature or society.

Without the substance to support the longer format of a novel, the charm of the “The Music Shop” becomes both overplayed and hollow.

As much as our generation loves gizmos, we were never alive back when horses were essential to daily life, and though some of us have deep attachments to our cars, rarely, if ever, do most people experience that working bond between horse and person.

At the end of each story, when the words on the page shake you to your core and leave you hollow, something else drags you on.

It’s a story for the ages, a story on privilege, race and growing up — written with hilarious subtlety to keep you engrossed until the very last page.