The Whole Stupid Way We Are had some good moment, some funny moments, and some charming moment, but ultimately was hampered by a lack of direction and too many elements left hanging. There was enough positive stuff that I’m glad I read it, but I’m not sure I could recommend it to anyone else.
The Whole Stupid Way We Are is a bittersweet story of a complex friendship, so enjoyable that I did not mind its emotional detachment and subsequent underdeveloped portions and characters.
The Whole Stupid Way We Are is written from a rather detached, third-person point of view, with a whole lot of dialogue, making me think that if the story was ever adapted into a movie, the most mainstream director it would ever get would be Wes Anderson. This absence of characters' thoughts and rather repetitive way events are described ("Ms. Dugan is the gym teacher and has known Dinah since Dinah was a tiny kid. Ms. Dugan loves her. Ms. Dugan knows what's what. Ms. Dugan can be counted on. Dinah can taste their freedom already.") make it hard to connect with the characters, but the style is one I personally like anyway. It fits the cold setting as well as the growing distance between Dinah and Skint, and I think the prevalence of dialogue shows just how difficult it is for the leading characters to deal with their problems in an open way.
I have many references for the Whole Stupid Way We Are. About the form of my crying: it wasn't bad/good where I cried throughout, but The Angels Take Manhattan bad/good where my stream started soon after the Amy's afterword, after the episode ended(and still hasn't stopped)and I was alone. So, so alone. About the peculiar kind of hollowness inside me: the way it was with . The only reason I'm not wailing still is because I'm in the same room as my siblings.
|Title: The Whole Stupid Way We Are|
Author(s): N Griffin
Publisher: Atheneum Books for Young Readers
Availability: Amazon CA