TJ Klune says in his author’s note how the original publisher of this novel called it weird. And I’d agree. But not weird-weird. Weird in the way that stunningly beautiful things can be weird, otherworldly and unknowable. 

This book was not what I was expecting. In fact, it’s the furthest thing from it. But it’s got all the trademarks of a work by TJ Klune. Cathartic, heartwarming, and human. And there’s nothing more human than a broken heart. By the end, your heart will be stomped on and patched back together, while you beg for more. 

This book is weird. This book is beautiful. This book is what it means to be human.