"It's only words, and words are all I have, to take your heart away." —Bee Gees
Eleanor and Park has some of the sweetest, giggle-worthy, toothache-inducing romantic moments I've read in a while. I do wish Eleanor had been a little less snarky, but she has a right to be angry at the world: it hasn't exactly been fair to her. The ending is a bit lackluster for me, but what's great about this novel is that Eleanor and Park are insecure teenagers painfully aware of their own perceived imperfections, but they only see the good and the beautiful in each other. Which I guess is what love's all about.