It really, really irritates me when people read over my
shoulder, especially if I’m on a bus or a train, because then it’s harder to
get rid of them. Park takes the bus to school every day, and he’s sort of
considered a cool kid, but he’s also sort of an independent. You know how high
school is. A decidedly not cool
girl -- Eleanor (even her name is uncool) -- has been sitting next to Park on the bus – every single day: to school and
back home – and he just figured out that she’s been surreptitiously reading his
comics while he’s reading them: that’s brazen.
Eleanor’s the kind of girl you’d
feel sorry for if she wasn’t always sitting right next to you in closed
quarters. She dresses really, really oddly (a giant men’s shirt with seashells
all over it?!), seems to have no friends, and is already a bully target. Park
feels as if he should say something to her – in fact, he’s always felt that way
about her, which is odd and unexplainable because he’s never felt that way
about anyone, ever – and he wants to say something to her, but he’s gone so
long now without speaking to her that he doesn’t know what to do. Something is up with him, you know. And something must be
up with her, as well, or she’d sit next to someone else. For now, he makes sure
she can see the books and he turns the pages a little more slowly.
Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell. St. Martin's Griffin, 2013. 336 p. Booktalk to high school; has crossover appeal for adults, as well.