This was SO close to being a 5 star book for me. The story was intense and suspenseful, funny and poignant. The characters were very well-written; complex, yet believable.
The pacing was very good, and the twists and turns were well executed. I really enjoyed this a lot more than I thought I would. The only thing keeping it from that last star is the climax and ending. I thought the very end was a bit *too* nicely wrapped up and the climax was just plain silly. In the middle of a very tense scene, I found myself rolling my eyes. That’s never good. I know there’s a big trend in historical vanity when it comes to the 80’s/early 90’s, so I get why there was such an emphasis in it, but seriously, it’s getting annoying. Books like Ready Player One and sites like BuzzFeed have gone to that well so many times that it’s getting sahara desert-level dry. There’s a difference between an homage and pandering. This book was just a *bit* too close to pandering for my liking (especially the climax).
But, as someone who normally avoids YA like the plague, I’m glad I gave this one a go. Thank you, Grady Hendrix, for proving that YA isn’t completely devoid of good books.
**I received this copy via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review**