Sex jokes, cynicism, and risky formatting choices all crammed together in a chaotic masterpiece of a book? Yes, please.
Not many books can make me laugh out loud in public, but The Haters did so repeatedly.
I’m a big fan of Jesse Andrews, ever since I saw the film version of Me and Earl and The Dying Girl and immediately bought the book. A close friend of mine pre-ordered The Haters and kindly lent it to me as soon as he’d finished*. So my expectations were very high, considering how much I loved Jesse Andrew’s first novel. Continue reading