My biggest high-school crush, the one who,
quite literally, crushed my heart, gave me this book. It wasn’t even my
birthday. I thought it meant she was mine. I was clearly wrong.
Probably because of the mood I was in as I read
the book, this is my favourite Ammaniti novel. It does have some gory pulpy
sections (like the idea of throwing a radio in a bathtub to electrocute a
teacher – something not even the most sociopathic bully would dream of doing,
hopefully), but they are few and far between so actually end up being just funny
interludes.
Of the two main male characters, one is clearly
a jerk, but the other is absolutely adorable in his sadness and his desire to change
his life around despite his very young age. Back when I read the novel, it gave
me hope for both Italy and Italian literature. Worry not, in both cases I’ve
lost most of it by now.
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