

Slam surprised me by being a little bit sadder than his others, at least as I remember them. These narrative voices teeter on the edge of twee, but Hornby always pulls the story back to a place that’s a little bit sadder, a little bit more real. They tell their stories with deadpan wit and honesty, which makes you feel better about your own self-centered-jackass tendencies. Hornby has been called the master of the “male confessional” novel, which means his books are usually narrated by an eminently likable, basically decent, self-centered jackass. Partly because I think he’s really good, but also because I thought his signature style and perspective might be perfect for a teenage character. When I found out Nick Hornby had written a young adult novel, I was excited.
