A review by estherdb
Bianca come il latte, rossa come il sangue by Alessandro D'Avenia

1.0

Come qualcuna l'ha già articulato: "Non mi è piaciuto proprio per niente questo romanzo."

Maybe it's me and maybe I am just getting too old for this kind of books, but darn it, this book annoyed me so much. Teenagers talking like adults, adult writers trying to mimic teenagers' speech and a lot of BS about (teenage) love and existential crises.

Dear lord. Yes, I was a teenager too, at some point in my life. But heaven forbid I ever was like Leo. He is so high up on that "Beatrice-though-I-have-never-spoken-a-word-to-her-is-my-one-and-only-true-love-and-destination-in-life" horse of his that all I really wanted to do while reading this book was smack him off of it.

I get infatuation and crushes, I really do, but the extent of his devotion to this girl is borderline PSYCHOTIC. You irked me, boy, you truly did.

SpoilerAt least his second obsession - Sylvia - was someone to whom he'd actually spoken before falling in love with her. BTW, was I the only one that was really bothered by the one-sidedness of their relationship?