

And from what I hear about his other books, that’s mostly Hornby’s style. But really? This book is also dang depressing. If you can’t go clubbing with your mum, then what use is she?”). It had a some really funny funny bits (like when Sam goes on a date with a girl who wants to get pregnant really young because “I don’t want to be like fifty when he’s sixteen? You can’t go out with them then, can you? To clubs and that?” and Sam thinks, “Oh yeah, I wanted to say. Slam by Nick Hornby was a quick read and very engaging. I’ve never read anything by Nick Hornby and didn’t even recognize his name when I picked up Slam at the library (for those of you equally uninformed, he wrote About a Boy which later was made into a movie starring Hugh Grant).
