From Goodreads:
Fifteen-year-old Lara finds her soulmate. There’s
just one problem – he’s her teacher.
Lara's life has changed radically since her father lost his job. As the eldest,
Lara tries to keep upbeat, and the one outlet for all her problems is her diary
where she can be open about how dire everything is at home, and worse, the fact
that she’s being horrifically bullied at school.
And then a shining light comes out of the darkness – the new young and MALE
teacher, Mr Jagger. The one person who takes Lara seriously and notices her
potential. The one person who is kind to her. The one person who she falls
madly and hopelessly in love with. The one person who cannot reciprocate her
feelings … can he?
When I was about 17 (so long ago I’m so old oh God) I read a
book called Love Lessons by David Belbin about a 17
year old girl who had a thing with her teacher. I read it, mostly, because
David wrote my favourites in the Point Crime series (I loved Point Crime books
so hard) and I was at that stage of author love where I wanted to read every
word he’d ever written and it did sound kind of good. There weren’t really any
crush-worthy teachers when I was at school (le sigh) but still, somehow, the
idea of Love Lessons appealed to me.
Make of that what you will.
Perhaps it’s because it was a forbidden love; the
illicitness of it all appealed to my (practically invisible) sense of danger
and let’s be real, I was never one for living dangerously myself; the very idea
of rule breaking brought me out in hives. All the exciting things in my life
happened within the pages of books. Besides, you’re allowed to root for the
people doing the things they’re not supposed to do, when it’s only happening in
a book, right? It’s fine to see something appealing in the pages of this book
about a teacher – a figure of authority, the one holding all the cards –
engaging in an illicit and exciting affair with his student. It was ok to read
this book, to root for these characters, to think the very idea of it was hot,
because it was never ever ever going to be anything more than a story that
didn’t even come close to being within the realms of possibility.
[Also, I have a thing for older men. If you look at the
celebrities I have crushed on throughout my whole entire life, you’ll struggle
to find more than a couple I actually share a decade with. I was in love with Jon Bon Jovi from the moment I was aware of his
existence - I was about 12 - and my first serious boyfriend was considerably
(and I mean considerably) older than me. We were
together for 4 years, I am who I am now because of him and I will be forever
grateful for every moment I got to spend with him, but I won’t lie: the whole
‘sexy older man’ thing was definitely a part of what made me notice him in the
first place. I think it’s hot. The older man thing, not the student/teacher
thing. The student/teacher thing outside the pages of a book, is a thing that
is very much not fine because holy abuse of power batman.]
Anyway, back to the point. I read Love Lessons
when I was 17. About 5 times. I loved it. I liked it because it
didn’t feel clichéd. I mean, maybe it is, we’re talking 15 years ago (in fact
,maybe I’ll read it again to see how I feel about it now) but then, I thought
it was great. It didn’t feel clichéd and it felt raw and honest and real and
the fact that you got both sides of the story – teacher and student – made for
an emotional and realistic read. Also, the teacher in the story was young, this
was his first teaching job which was interesting. The age gap between the two
characters was nothing at all, really, less probably than the age gap between
me and my boyfriend now (9 years if you wondered. Sexy older man!) but still,
the fact remains he was her teacher and she his student and the 5 years or
whatever might as well have been 50, BUT, I was 17 and I wanted them together
anyway. I read it, and I rooted for the two of them, because even though I knew
it was wrong, my 17 year old romantic heart really wanted it to work.
I read it, I liked it, the trope was obviously one that
appealed to me but I’d all but forgotten about it til I was browsing NetGalley
recently and came across Me and Mr. J. I
read the blurb, was transported right back to being 17 again and loving David
Belbin a whole lot and had clicked the link without thinking twice. I read it
on Sunday.
So, what did I think?
(Well, I want to read Love Lessons again
for starters, so there’s that, but that’s not saying much about this book is it, which is kind of the point of the review
after all.)
I think…I think that it’s been a while since I read a book
that made it so readily apparent to me that I am now what my four year old
niece classes as an old lady. I read a lot of YA
fiction, a lot of books written for and about teenagers and not for a long time
has one of them made me feel as grown up as Me and Mr J did.
& you know that student/teacher thing that I found so hot when I was
seventeen?
In this book I found it less so. I was much less caught up
in the romance of it all, and instead found myself questioning Mr. Jagger’s
choices.
Perhaps it’s the style of writing – the novel is written as
entries in Lara’s diary. She’s 15/16 depending on where you are in the book and
she just seems young. There’s such a difference
I think between 16 and 18 and Lara really did come across sometimes like a very
young 16 year old. I liked her though – she had guts, and some of the things she
wrote about the more minor niggles with her parents or her brother reminded me
a lot of how it felt to be that age and kind of like the whole world doesn’t
understand you. She made me grin. Mostly though, I just wanted to give her a
hug, a hug and an ‘it gets better’ speech.
Anyway, because you only see Lara’s point of view, you have
no idea at all who Mr Jagger is or what he’s about or what he’s thinking at all
so when they finally get together, it all feels so sudden – as in the second he
gets Lara out of a school environment he’s not thinking twice about confessing
his feelings and kissing her and texting ‘I love you’s’ a few days later. It
sort of came from nowhere, the crush only having ever really been portrayed
from Lara’s point of view, and even though I knew that this was where the story
was going I still felt sort of blindsided. Lara’s a teenage girl; you expect
that depth of feeling from her, that intensity of emotion, that sudden ‘omg I
love you so much IDST.’ From Mr. Jagger
though, it just didn’t feel right – I would
have enjoyed the book more I think if I’d been able to get inside his head just
a little bit. I want to know what made
him tick. I want to know how he felt about her,
really. I wanted more Mr Jagger. (As did Lara, for entirely different reasons.
Wink.)
Because I knew none of this, I spent the second half of the
book just being mad at him, being mad at him and incredibly worried about her.
That was my issue really, not that Mr J was older than Lara (although 16 is young in anybodies book) but that she was 16 and messed up
and her entire life was falling apart around her and she needed real
honest-to-God help and suppprt, not some hottie McHotterson teacher coming
along and being super good at kissing but super shit at actually being a
teacher and I didn’t know where his head was at.
I liked Lara, I really really liked
her, and I wanted more for her than what she got. I wanted Mr. J to care enough
about her to make sure she was actually really genuinely alright and I wanted
her parents to take their heads out of their backsides and I wanted somebody to
lock away the evil horrible kids who were making her life hell and throw away
the key. I wasn’t rooting for Lara and Mr. J at all. In fact, I was really
wishing he’d just stop dicking around and be the person she needed him to be,
which was not some hot teacher who regardless of his position of authority, and
the fact that that position instantly handed him all of the power, or the fact
that above all else he had a duty of care, decided to act on the fact that he
was attracted to her. Even if he really did love her, and maybe he did – I
didn’t get his point of view so I don’t know – but even if he did, it doesn’t
matter, Lara was a messed up kid from a broken home being bullied to the point
of sexual harassment. Kissing her in a pub is not what her teacher should have
been doing. Although it can’t be denied I guess that the fact that the teacher
Lara’s bullies were crushing on ‘chose’ her must’ve been something of a
confidence boost….
The question is though, is that what I think because of
where I am now, of who I am? Has the fact that I am on the same side of the
fence as Mr J influenced my take on the book? If Me and Mr J had
been written 15 years ago, would I have loved it like I loved Love Lessons?
Probably.
Let that not be counted as a mark against it, then. After
all, it’s not Rachel McIntyre’s fault that this 31 year old reader of a book
aimed at people half her age wants to know more about the thought processes of
the teacher than the student. That’s not the story being told here and that’s
fine. I get that. What I would have liked though, is something with a little
bit more to it than the instalove story I got – I wanted some character
development on the part of Mr. J, and for some real relationship development
between the two of them – I wanted the love story dammit. I always want the
love story; I wanted more of Lara’s relationship with her parents, both of whom
pretty much hovered on the periphery of the story and let her down massively; I
wanted things with Lara’s bullies to have developed further too, towards a more
satisfying resolution because that was a story I could get behind, a story I
could relate to and a story that matters and oh God, I sound like I didn’t
enjoy it don’t I?
That’s not true.
I did read it thinking all of ^^^ that stuff, but it all
kind of came together for me at the end. I gave it three whole stars on
Goodreads which is a long way from being terrible and I read it in an afternoon
- that should tell you something! I just, I wish certain things had been
different, namely that Mr J was a little bit more fleshed out, and Lara a
little bit older. That said, it was a quick easy read, and I liked it. I liked Lara and I loved that she wasn’t some
perfect teenager from a perfect home and with a perfect life because teenagers
do come from broken homes and bullying is a thing that happens and you know,
kudos to Rachel McIntyre for writing a story with a main character that her
readers are going to be able to relate to, for taking those real life problems
and running with them. Lara was pretty
excellent actually, all things considered and the way she dealt with the shitty
hand life dealt her is what I hope people – young people – take away from
reading this book. She had an incredible strength of character, despite
everything that was thrown at her, and as young female protagonists go, she
held her own.
So. The end. I liked that things got better for Lara and
that she figured a lot of things out and that she came out of her GCSE year
wiser, despite the asshat kids who tried to break her. She seemed to have her
head screwed on by the time the book finished and I’m glad she ended up in a
better place than she’d started. McIntyre did a great job of tying up the loose
ends and making her (valid and important) point.
I actually really liked how that all came about, because
Lara is pretty much as unreliable a narrator as there has ever been, and I
wonder if that was kind of the point? I think, that even though (as a grown up)
I wanted a more rounded look at the whole affair (pun intended) the point might
just have been to tell this story from the point of view of a 16 year old girl
with an almighty crush: Mr J could do no wrong, his girlfriend (later ex) was
painted as a psycho bitch from hell, the people who cared about Lara the most,
notably her cousin, were painted in a bad light the second they disagreed with
any of her choices and you get to see the whole way through how despite how she
perceives herself, deep down she really is just a kid. As the reader you’re
kind of looking at this relationship with her teacher and sort of thinking ‘errrr,
hang on a second’ but you don’t get much time to dwell on it properly because
Lara is all ‘MR J IS SO FIT AND HE LOVES ME SO MUCH ZOMGZ SOULMATES.’
But then, you get this epilogue where she’s kind of come
full circle and she’s looking back on her own life and her own choices from a
whole new vantage point and it’s kind of great, really. If that was the point, to take this contender for the World’s Most
Unreliable Narrator Award, and have her figure things out for herself in the end,
well, mission accomplished I think because that sends a valuable message too, doesn’t
it?
TL;DR: This is not the best book I’ve ever read, but it’s
also a long long way from being the worst and I think that teenage girls (who
are the target market for this novel after all) are going to eat it up.
Me and Mr J will be Published
by Egmont UK
on February 5th 2015.
I love Anne Tyler. I've loved her since I read A Slipping Down Life when I was fifteen (which is still my fave a
whole lifetime later…) Anne Tyler's like the
apple crumble of authors you know? Delicious and familiar and comforting and I
really can't wait for this. I don’t have to either: it’s out tomorrow.
I have a
bit of an author!crush on Neil Gaiman. I don't know if that's because of his
hair or his writing. Mebbes it's both. Either way I am super excited for Trigger Warning which sounds like a
short story collection of delightfulness and which I want. I love everything of
Neil's that I've read so far, especially ESPECIALLY Stardust and Neverwhere
and The Graveyard Book (still love
Silas so hard) and I really really want to read this. Trigger Warning was released on the 3rd. If you already
have your copy then let me know what you think!
Everyone
knows about Lemony Snicket,
right? And I'm working my way through those books and I think they're ok. They
haven't rocked my world thus far but I like them. Why'm I so excited about We Are Pirates! then? Because you
know what, if you haven't read Handler’s Adverbs
then you're doing life wrong. Seriously. It's so amazing. So SO amazing
and....and actually, I'ma talk about it on Thursday so just come back then,
please?
I'm reading
this now and so far I love it. It kind of feels kind of like Eleanor and Park
and also kind of like The Craft (anyone else remember that film? I loved that
film) and also kind of like nothing I've ever read before and it's so cool, so
cool it kind of makes me want to be
it. It’s about this girl called Meche, and tells her story as a teenager in the
80’s in Mexico, where she was friends with a couple of misfits and her Dad was
her hero and she thought she’d found some kind of magic in music – with old vinyl
records as objects with enough power to bring down high school bullies and a Grimoire written in a notebook - and her story in the present day, coming back
to Mexico from Oslo to bury her now estranged Father and desperately opposed to
seeing any of her old pals. The two stories are woven together, the then and
the now, and the story is so interesting and well thought out and I really
really like it – so far at least. Release day is Thursday so again, not long to
wait."Toby's life was perfectly normal . . . until it was unravelled by something as simple as a blood test.
Another
book released on the 26th and THIS SOUNDS SO GOOD. Here, have the
blurb:
