The Infinite Moment of Us by Lauren Myracle
Published August 27th 2013 by Amulet Books
Source: Traded
Rating: ★☆☆☆☆

For as long as she can remember, Wren Gray’s goal has been to please her parents. But as high school graduation nears, so does an uncomfortable realization: Pleasing her parents once overlapped with pleasing herself, but now… not so much. Wren needs to honor her own desires, but how can she if she doesn’t even know what they are?

Charlie Parker, on the other hand, is painfully aware of his heart’s desire. A gentle boy with a troubled past, Charlie has loved Wren since the day he first saw her. But a girl like Wren would never fall for a guy like Charlie—at least not the sort of guy Charlie believes himself to be.

And yet certain things are written in the stars. And in the summer after high school, Wren and Charlie’s souls will collide. But souls are complicated, as are the bodies that house them…

I really, really love the cover, and I think the title’s really pretty. I’ll give The Infinite Moment of Us that much.

The rest? It was boring. Flat. Unnecessarily, unintentionally uncomfortable. Not the worst book I’ve ever read, but kind of awful. Take your pick.

It might’ve started with Wren’s chapter about how perfect and amazing and put together her life is – she’s super smart and shiny and amaaaaazing and everyone looks up to her – but really all her accomplishments are due to the fact that parents’ favorite pastime is shoving their thoughts down her throat, and all she wants to do is to run off to Guatemala and make a difference in the world.

(why Guatemala? “Because [Wren] know Spanish. Because the people are supposedly really nice, and they need our help, and it’s warm, and the food’s good…” *facepalm* If I had said that to my parents, they’d have drop kicked me out of the house. It’s all good and well to want to take control of your own life; it’s all good and well to pursue something other than college after high-school, but you’ve got to have a plan. You can’t just impulsively up one day and decide you’re going to Guatemala because the food’s good!)

It might’ve also started when Wren accidentally flashed, then made eye contact with Charlie in the school parking lot, and then fell in love a chapter later, or when she and her best friend Tessa had their first conversation, at which point I already wanted to drop kick myself out the window in embarrassment and shame because does the author really think teenagers talk like that?

Or maybe it was when Wren’s parents talked about buying her a car, and she talked about how overbearing they were and dragged anyone who would listen to her pity party?

Or the blatant slandering and slut-shaming of Starrla, Charlie’s ex-girlfriend? I don’t know how to even begin dissecting that shitstorm, and I trust there are other bloggers who can do so far more articulately than I can. The only things the book ever says about her is that she’s “ghetto” and a slut. Um?

Or Charlie’s super uncomfortable and objectifying butts and boobs and legs monologues. Or his equally uncomfortable, super preachy and pretentious inner dialogues. Or the ones about how Wren is the best! His center of the world! 100/10 no one can ever compare! Sunlight shines out of her ass and she’s never wrong and everyone’s out to get her and he gonna follow her everywhere and save her from the world and Starrla who? (Cue Charlie’s inner dialogue about how Starrla’s a slut and his heaping scorn for her character and his past with her, never mind the fact that it takes two to tango, and that no matter where he is and how he stands now, it did seem like he needed her back then and she did help him out of a bad spot, so what the actual fuck @ Charlie.)

And I could really, really, really have done without all the “you make me feel like a man” and “you make me feel like a woman” crap. Really. Thanks.

Also, there’s a guy called P.G. Barbee who, aside from his name, is probably the best thing about this book because – wow – he’s a halfway decent character! I’mjustgonnashowmyselfoutnowokaybye.

But no matter where I start, I can’t quite convey exactly how awkward and cringy and uncomfortable this entire book was – from cover to cover.

In any case, you could say that the only reason I finished The Infinite Moment of Us was that heavy wind and debris on the train tracks stalled my train for an hour and a half, on top of the usual two hours it takes me to commute home, but even then, I can’t say that time wouldn’t have been better spent aimlessly refreshing Twitter and staring at my shoes.


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