The Year of the Great Seventh by Teresa Orts

Every time there was a break in a conversation, the author felt the need to emphasize this by saying 'Pause.' This happened on just about every single page. There were also a few things about the writing that annoyed me. I mean, that's good, but why? What was his motivation? What made him want to stop all of a sudden? The author doesn't even tell you. In the end of the book-SPOILER ALERT, but it doesn't really matter because you do not want to read this book-he decides to stop using drugs out of nowhere.

It was just like 'Haha, yeah, those were the days, huh?' Are you kidding me?! Because of things like that, I couldn't even bring myself to feel bad for Travis when something bad happened to him. And if that wasn't enough to enrage me, neither the protagonist nor his friend showed any sign of remorse about it. Also, there were one or two occasions where his friends are literally like, 'hey, remember that one time we gang-raped that unconscious girl when we were thirteen years old?' I'M NOT EVEN EXAGGERATING, that is an actual thing that these characters did. All I know is that he's addicted to drugs and wants his girlfriend back. This is partly because of the writing - I don't feel like I learned anything about his actual personality. The protagonist and narrator, Travis, is an asshole. The plot was so frustratingly redundant - let's have sex with a bunch of girls, snort line after line of cocaine, get drunk, and listen to music, and then do it all over again for the next 400 pages! But dear God! This is a longer book, around 450 pages, and there was little to no character development at all until the last fifty pages or so. This is probably one of the top five worst books I've ever read.I don't think I've ever rated a book one star before! When I read the author's note I learned that Exit Here is his first book - and you know, I suppose it's understandable that an author's first book isn't that great. God, am I glad to have finished this book.

'Awesome,' she swallows.' Ah, young love. I draw a glob of saliva to the front of my mouth and drop it into hers. Kim's Review: 'I lean closer to her, planting my hands above her shoulders, and we rub the tips of our tongues together. But once you're at the party, it's tough to leave.

The Year of the Great Seventh by Teresa Orts