“I didn’t get into this one nearly as much as everyone else.
The mature (pronounced “ma-tour”) thing to do would be to say something like, “Well, it takes all kinds.”
Which is why I’m going to tell you why, objectively, you were wrong to like this book:
It’s by a guy named “Brubaker”
Be a brewer or be a baker. Pick a lane.
It was published in 2018
Only two years later we’d be dealing with a pandemic. Did this book cause it? Almost certainly not. Almost.
It features the Russian mob
C’mon, can’t we get, I don’t know, The Gay Cabal or The Short-Ish Guy Violence Troupe? Russian mob is so 2002 Garth Ennis. And 2012 Garth Ennis. And forever Garth Ennis.
The “be” in the title isn’t capitalized on the cover
Why?
I didn’t feel the love story
Seemed unnecessary, and I wasn’t sure what Dylan saw in her. Gimme a clue! Big boobs? Round boobs? Pancake boobs? Ski slope boobs? It’s gotta be SOMETHING.
I saw the ending coming from a mile away
I think this kind of ending is meant to make the reader feel smart. Instead of a surprise twist, it’s a fairly obvious one. Well, let me tell you, seeing this one coming does not make you smart. I saw it coming, and I am not smart. I’ve never completed a Wordle.”