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Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell

Synopsis:

Eleanor is the new girl in town, and with her chaotic family life, her mismatched clothes and unruly red hair, she couldn’t stick out more if she tried.

Park is the boy at the back of the bus. Black T-shirts, headphones, head in a book - he thinks he’s made himself invisible. But not to Eleanor… never to Eleanor.

Slowly, steadily, through late-night conversations and an ever-growing stack of mix tapes, Eleanor and Park fall for each other. They fall in love the way you do the first time, when you’re young, and you feel as if you have nothing and everything to lose.

My Thoughts:

I have to admit I was hesitant to read this because there were so many good reviews about it. Why would that deter me? Because I have read books that had so many good reviews that they ended up being duds. So I was so afraid this was going to happen. To say the least, I am happy that didn’t happen with Eleanor and Park. EXTREMELY HAPPY.

This book is just everything! It’s about falling in love for the first time and finding that person who just makes you smile when you are in the cusp of your teenager years. Eleanor and Park reminded me of when my husband and I started dating. All those warm, tingly feelings. These type of books seriously keep my marriage alive now. I love how it captured those feelings of falling and the hesitancy of whether or not the person actually likes you. 

I know there is MANY reviews on this book so I won’t make my long. I just want to say, don’t hesitant to read this book! It is absolutey amazing. Plus it was written in the best year, 1986, (My birth year!). The music in this book is great so there is another reason to read it. 

Take my advice and check out some of the music that comes up and read this book now!

Favorite Quote(s):

From Park:
“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”

“Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.”


“You can be Han Solo,“ he said, kissing her throat. "And I’ll be Boba Fett. I’ll cross the sky for you.”


From Eleanor:
“I don’t like you, Park,” she said, sounding for a second like she actually meant it. “I…” - her voice nearly disappeared - “think I live for you.”


“I just want to break that song into pieces and love them all to death.”

“It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.”