by Daniel Handler
I’ll start by saying that Ed is an asshole and Min is just plain stupid. But let’s admit it that we wouldn’t have a story if it wasn’t for Min’s stupidity of loving and trusting a jerk like Ed. Don’t get me wrong, throughout the book I had times when I was rooting for both of them simply because of how Min narrated him. We are given the Ed that Min perceives or how she wants to remember him. Well of course you love the person and would want to see the best in them even if the facts are slamming in your face. Min just didn’t see it through. Or pretended not to. Who knows?
This break up letter is such a beautiful thing to do. Well at least, that’s what I think. It was written with so much emotion that as I read this, I found myself wanting to do this too. But, I can’t and I won’t. I realized I’ve never been that invested in a relationship like Min did. I’ve never been really in love to be able to do this thing. This is why I can’t say that I can relate to Min.
Nevertheless, the story captivates you in a way that you’ll feel the frustrations Al (Min’s bestfriend) must have felt through all of this because sometimes the main character of the story is so blinded by everything that he or she can’t see the truth and Al, the one on the outside of that small universe that Min and Ed had was the one who can see. I love that she finally realized that, yes, Ed is an asshole and he’s very much the one to blame on this but there were signs too. She definitely saw them but she just blindly went on with it. In the end, she’s just a girl who fell in love with the wrong guy.
I’m not a romantic, I’m a half-wit. Only stupid people would think I’m smart. I’m not something anyone should know. I’m a lunatic wandering around for scraps, I’m like every single miserable moron I’ve scorned and pretended I didn’t recognize. I’m all of them, every last ugly thing in a bad last-minute costume. I’m not different, not at all, not different from any other speck of a thing. I’m a blemished blemish, a ruined ruin, a stained wreck so failed I can’t see what I used to be.Min (Why We Broke Up by Daniel Handler)
You either have the feeling or you don’t.
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