Me and Earl and the Dying Girl

One of my favorite books this year, and I'm not even completely sure why. It was really weird, and badly organized, and the protagonist was extremely self-deprecating. All of that, I don't know, maybe that was part of it's charm. It was very real. I think I liked it for the same reason Greg and Earl liked that one movie ... it was so shaky and strange and depressing and vaguely pointless that it made me think it was all real. And I liked that about it.
It was funny, but so very sad at the same time. I couldn't stop laughing at the conversations Greg and Earl would have, at Mr. McCarthy, at the movies they would try to make; and just like Greg, the fact of Rachel's dying didn't quite make it to my emotions until the very end, but when it did, it hit hard.
This is a horrible review. This is as bad a review as Greg's attempt at writing a book. I don't even know why you're reading this. Just read the damn book, ok? Jesus.