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Half His Age

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Half His Age

By: Jennette McCurdy
Narrated by: Jennette McCurdy
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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of I’m Glad My Mom Died comes “a thorny examination of power, lust, shame and rage” (Los Angeles Times) from “a writer able to capture some of the darkest parts of human nature with unflinching honesty and devastating humor” (NPR)

“Unapologetic and undeniable . . . If there was ever any doubt whether the narrative command that Jennette McCurdy displayed in her bestselling memoir I’m Glad My Mom Died might translate to fiction, let it henceforth be put to rest.”—Elle
Waldo is ravenous. Horny. Blunt. Naive. Wise. Impulsive. Lonely. Angry. Forceful. Hurting. Perceptive. Endlessly wanting. And the thing she wants most of all: Mr. Korgy, her creative writing teacher with the wife and the kid and the mortgage and the bills, with the dead dreams and the atrophied looks and the growing paunch. She doesn’t know why she wants him. Is it his passion? His life experience? The fact that he knows books and films and things that she doesn’t? Or is it purer than that, rooted in their unlikely connection, their kindred spirits, the similar filter with which they each take in the world around them? Or, perhaps, it’s just enough that he sees her when no one else does.

Startlingly perceptive, mordantly funny, and keenly poignant, Half His Age is a rich character study of a yearning seventeen-year-old who disregards all obstacles—or attempts to overcome them—in her effort to be seen, to be desired, to be loved. Coming of Age Genre Fiction Literary Fiction Women's Fiction Funny Inspiring Tear-jerking
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Jeanette reads, and writes, with unabridged speed and her voice never falters. This writing is as raw as I’m glad my mom died, but somehow even more intimate. It’s a book for women; it clings to me as I feel that familiar sting, ick, and gunk of wanting to be wanted so badly you’ll fling yourself out of a car just for someone to notice you. The desperation of self loathing as a teenage girl is violent and fearless and yes, disgusting a lot of the time. This is a gross story about grooming told by a narrator who knows better. I understand her. I feel for her. I’m crying at the end. I was and maybe still am, her. It’s a fantastic book but I’m convinced only other women will understand it. Men need not apply.

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