Eleanor & Park isn’t some dystopian fantasy about a world where teenagers swear and are cruel to each other, and some kids have terrible parents.
Teenagers swear and are cruel to each other. Some kids have terrible parents.
Some girls have terrible stepdads who shout profanity at them and call them sluts – and some of those girls still manage to rise above it.
When these people call Eleanor & Park an obscene story, I feel like they’re saying that rising above your situation isn’t possible.
That if you grow up in an ugly situation, your story isn’t even fit for good people’s ears. That ugly things cancel out everything beautiful."
You can read more about a Minnesota county’s efforts to ban “Eleanor & Park” here:rainbowrowell)
I’ve heard people talk about being at a crossroad. I wish there was a name for this place I’m in. Where what is behind me is so dramatically different than what is in front… What is that? Not a gradual change over time into something mildly different. One minute my life is this. The next it is something so different that I don’t even recognize it as my life. I am still me. I think. But everything around me, although physically looks mostly the same, isn’t. At all. To be standing here. Constantly turning my head to examine what was and what will be. What was. What will be. And to be standing here in some sort of hybrid of the two. Waiting to take a step. I am not the same.
THAT IS AMAZING