★★★★☆: Enchanting story about growing up weird, and never apologising for being yourself.
The story begins one fateful bus ride to school when quiet, mysterious Park takes pity on the new girl and gives up one of his seats. He thinks she brings it on herself, the mean words and stares, looking the way she does, apologetically brazen.
Eleanor wants to walk to school, or skip it altogether, instead of get back on the bus with the cruel kids and the rude, silent boy who moved seats for her. But she’d rather suffer through the hell of the bus ride than the hell of her home life.
And so begins the story of Eleanor and Park; fate brings them together, but will it also tear them apart?
They’re not like compact discs or even phonograph records. These are things that had their day and they were replaced. You can say that you’ve seen the same progression with books in that e-books have a lot of nice bells and whistles. But the big difference is that audio recordings of music have only been around for, I’m going to say, 120 years at the most. Books have been around for three, four centuries. There’s a deeply implanted desire and understanding and wanting of books, of needing books, that isn’t there with music. It’s a deeper well of human experience.