There is a girl, and then there is a ‘weirdo.’ He is not actually a ‘weirdo,’ but he is one because she feels that he is a ‘weirdo.’ ‘A*****e’ to be specific. The conflict isn’t any great, and there is nothing mysterious. The premise is that there is a girl and there is a boy. I guess that is sufficient to make a good (I know that the good here is questionable, but every author has the right to feel good, I think) love story. It never gets old. Does it? However and but, this one has buckets of however’s and but’s.
