Holly Bourne Did It Again

Holly Bourne Did It Again

Hello and happy Wednesday. As much as I love reading, it takes a pretty awesome book to get me really obsessed, yet somehow two of the novels I’ve read by Holly Bourne had that effect in me. Today I want to share with you my thoughts on The Manifesto On How to Be Interesting. Let’s get started, shall we?

I think How Hard Can Love Be? set the bar too high for this book. I often go in blindly, with no expectations, unless I know and love the author already. This was the case for The Manifesto On How to Be Interesting.

Right from the start, I notice this book would deal with heavier stuff. Bree, the main character, self harms, so if that is a somewhat sensitive or problematic issue for you, I wouldn’t advise you to read it.

Bree is a very complex character and I had a tough time sympathizing with her. I couldn’t relate to her and stuff she was going through being an outcast at school. In all honesty, she reminded me of someone I met when I was 17, and who thought they were above all the “popular” kids. I did relate to her having a crush on a teacher, and I also knew a guy like Hugo d’Felance. He also had an interesting last name and a hot body, but the similarities ended there.

This novel was amazingly written, and even if I didn’t relate to the main character at all, I loved Holly Bourne’s style and was still consumed by the story. I also loved the fact that the author played with different formats, inserting excerpts of Bree’s blog posts here and there.

Bree undergoes huge changes throughout the novel, and I especially loved how her relationship with her mom evolves. We also see different aspects of Bree’s personality that make her more likeable, at least in my opinion. There were some bits in which I felt like I was transported to 2011 and was 17 again, with all the hormones and the angst, and I wasn’t hating it in the slightest.

In the comments below I’d like you to describe yourself in high school? Were you popular or the outcast? Or were all those tags nonexistent like in my school and everybody just did their thing?

Happy reading!

Love, Miss Camila