We imagine teenage love to be beautiful, fluffy, innocent and happy. We’re wrong. It’s usually messy, complicated, confusing and painful. Eleanor and Park is one such story. A couple of teenage misfits find friendship and love, first through comics and mixtapes, and then through endless conversations and each other’s company. But they are hardly the poster kids for teenage romance—the “perfect” Korean-American Park and the awkward, shy Eleanor were always headed for disaster, weren’t they?
Unless you’re dead inside—which I was quite sure I was before I read this— you won’t come away from Eleanor and Park without having felt something. Read the full review here, or better still, go and read the book.