Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John GreenWill Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green

Will Grayson, Will Grayson

byJohn Green, David Levithan

Hardcover | April 6, 2010

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Two award-winning and New York Times–bestselling author join forces for a collaborative novel of awesome proportions.

One cold night, in a most unlikely corner of Chicago, two teens—both named Will Grayson—are about to cross paths. As their worlds collide and intertwine, the Will Graysons find their lives going in new and unexpected directions, building toward romantic turns-of-heart and the epic production of history’s most fabulous high school musical.

Hilarious, poignant, and deeply insightful, John Green and David Levithan’s collaborative novel is brimming with a double helping of the heart and humor that have won them both legions of faithful fans.

New York Times Book Review Editor’s Choice
An ALA Stonewall Honor Book
 “Will Grayson, Will Grayson is a complete romp. [It is] so funny, rude and original that by the time flowers hit the stage, even the musical-averse will cheer.” —The New York Times Book Review 
★“Will have readers simultaneously laughing, crying and singing at the top of their lungs.”—Kirkus Reviewsstarred review 
“It is such a good book. [Green and Levithan] are two of the best writers writing today.” —NPR’sThe Roundtable


John Green is the award-winning, #1 bestselling author of Looking for Alaska, An Abundance of Katherines, Paper Towns, Will Grayson, Will Grayson (with David Levithan), and The Fault in Our Stars. His many accolades include the Printz Medal, a Printz Honor, and the Edgar Award. He has twice been a finalist for the LA Times Book Prize. ...
Title:Will Grayson, Will GraysonFormat:HardcoverDimensions:320 pages, 8.56 × 5.88 × 1.1 inPublished:April 6, 2010Publisher:Penguin Young Readers GroupLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0525421580

ISBN - 13:9780525421580

Appropriate for ages: 13 - 17


Rated 3 out of 5 by from Not a favourite of mine, but very well-written and teaches good morals My oh my, am I conflicted about my feelings for this book. On one hand, I thought it had a very strong message and I loved the writing style, but on the other hand, I feel like it was a bit too mature for my liking, especially the characters. This is why I've decided to give it a solid 3 star rating. I had to read this story for a book club and as you could probably tell, I only found it to be mediocre, balancing the same amount of good features and flaws. For a brief summary, Will Grayson, Will Grayson centres around the dual POVs of two completely different guys named Will Grayson. They meet one night in Chicago and bond right away, despite their polar opposites. Their lives come together in some completely unexpected ways, and with the help of some friends, they create and perform a coming-of-age school musical. Honestly, I liked John Green's Will much more than David Levithan's, which is fair because I personally like John Green's writing and characters much more as a whole. Green's Will was much more responsible, kind, and mature than Levithan's, who swore or referred to something sexual almost every sentence and did lots of foolish things. I found myself wanting to fall asleep during Levithan's parts, to tell you the truth, as it all basically just went over my head. Now for the plot, it was slow for quite a long time up until the part when the two Wills met. To be honest, at that point before they met, I got so bored that I thought this book would end up receiving one or two stars for sure. When the story finally picked up, it got much better as the two Wills bonded and began their journey. In my opinion, the morals of this story about self-pride and bashing stereotypes were what made me like it the most. The two Wills were at first scared of coming out of the closet and worried a lot about stereotypes, but by the end of the book, they both became so proud of themselves and proved to their communities (and the reader, of course) how stereotypes should be defied and forgotten about, which is quite amazing! All in all, Will Grayson, Will Grayson was a well-written coming-of-age story, but I just wish I could've enjoyed every single aspect of it. So, any reader looking for a diverse read full of amazing messages and doesn't mind a little bit of mature themes should definitely check this one out!
Date published: 2019-01-04
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Eh So hard to get into, reading it was boring and I wasn't into it
Date published: 2018-07-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A great read! Although it could be confusing which Will Grayson is talking, it was overall a great novel. The characters and their stories were excellent. Green did not disappoint.
Date published: 2018-06-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from love! I have such a love for this book its amazing to me
Date published: 2018-06-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Over All an Enjoyable Read The characters are interesting, and relatable. Tiny is really all the reason you need to finish the book. I thought there would be more with the Will Graysons. I thought, like many have stated, that at leas the one who introduces the story would have more to do with our other Will Grayson- who is having some hard times and getting through a rather terrible experience. I was a little disappointed when that wasn't the case, thought Tiny who is friends with out first Will Grayson seems to be who helps our second Will Grayson through some of the crap he's going through. I really enjoyed the conflict the second Will Grayson had. I'd never seen that type of conflict between friends before in reading and I was surprised and happy to see it. Its never talked about for an issue that isn't as uncommon as people think. So it was refreshing to see and uplifting to know I'm not alone in this type of experience. The ending felt a little rushed and like there could have been more but over all I enjoyed the read.
Date published: 2018-05-23
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Okay Interesting start but the story didn't really grow on me. Not my favourite book from either author.
Date published: 2018-04-25
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Great from start to... middle? I was really enjoying this book. I loved the characters, and I was enjoying their journey. Then, at some point, it just got kind of blah. The end was a real let down, but it might still be worth the read for the 1st half!
Date published: 2018-04-17
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Reccommended read for young adults I own this book, and when I read it a few years ago I loved it. Very funny and creative. You will feel for the characters, be invested in knowing what happens, and appreciate the clever way the characters have been written!
Date published: 2018-04-08
Rated 3 out of 5 by from OKAY I like this book better than other John Green books as half of it is written by David Levithan and he is a great author. He brings a different kind of story-telling to the typical John Green books and there are a couple of very interesting characters in this book.
Date published: 2018-03-16
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Good book I was expecting that the Will Graysons would have more to do with each other rather than with the other Will Graysons friend, and what not. Other than the fact that they had the same name, it was basically the only "twist" in the book. I really really enjoyed everything Tiny said though. I have a friend that reminds me soooo much of him, so it's pretty fun. It was a good book, though. Very good afternoon read.
Date published: 2018-03-09
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Okay This book is not amazing but not terrible, I enjoyed reading it but I wouldn't read it again.
Date published: 2018-02-11
Rated 2 out of 5 by from not one of my favourite books the beginning of the book was really good but as the book started to go on I started to get kind of lost
Date published: 2018-02-05
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Just okay I actually really liked the first half of this book but somehow near the end I had the feeling that the storyline got changed. Still an okay read
Date published: 2018-01-23
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great read Super fun, well written and easy to get into!
Date published: 2018-01-20
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great Very funny and enjoyable read!!
Date published: 2018-01-20
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Decent read. Good, funny characters but not John Green's best! The plot was slightly lacking as it is not as exciting.
Date published: 2018-01-08
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Interesting Two authors tell two separate stories, then bring them together. It's an interesting concept, and the execution is quite good. This won't be on my favourites list, but it was an enjoyable read, something a little different.
Date published: 2018-01-03
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Not Green's Best This isn't John Green's best book, but it is still worth a read. It contains humor, but lacks some key learning experiences from the characters
Date published: 2018-01-02
Rated 2 out of 5 by from A nice read, but a bit sugar-coated I enjoyed how Green laid out the story between the characters and use of humorous moments. However, it did come off that the story simplified the struggles and depression of the character to cater to a younger audience with a sugar-coated ending.
Date published: 2017-11-20
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Not what I was expecting This book was unexpectedly teriffic! It's story was cute and the characters were lovable and relatable.
Date published: 2017-11-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Different It's a completely different book from others, it's amazing what a human mind can come up with and make into a story.
Date published: 2017-10-27
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Boring... The insta-love and unrealistic depiction of teenagers did not do justice to the sensitivity with which the authors should have addressed depression in teens. The writing lacked spirit and honesty; this did not help as nothing really happens until the very end. In a nutshell: boring characters and an even less engrossing storyline.
Date published: 2017-10-20
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Liked it! very cool with the two points of views, a little confusing at first to keep up with but worth it #plumreview
Date published: 2017-10-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Book! Just reread this book again, and I love it just as much as when I read it the first time. Both authors are amazing, and it's great seeing how they write together.
Date published: 2017-10-08
Rated 4 out of 5 by from so cute such a lighthearted and cute story, you won't regret reading this!
Date published: 2017-09-21
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Very good The characters in this book are so easy to fall in love with. They are unique and full of personality. A truly wonderful read
Date published: 2017-09-15
Rated 4 out of 5 by from good book I liked the unique storyline and the characters
Date published: 2017-09-14
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Confused Sort of confusing at first. I had to re-read it and really pay attention
Date published: 2017-08-25
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Fun read! I really loved the fact that one will grayson was written by john green and the other will grayson was written by david levithan and how their story came together!
Date published: 2017-07-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Must Read! One of my absolute favourites of all John Green's books. It's hilarious and is suitable for anytime reading. Take it with you wherever you go and you'll be pulled into a new world instantly!
Date published: 2017-07-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from super funny and creative i really enjoyed this book
Date published: 2017-07-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Heartwarming story Really good story. The two different authors really gave each character their own voice and it worked well. #plumreview
Date published: 2017-06-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Interesting Concept I loved the concept of the book and being able to tell which parts were written by which authors. If you're a John Green fan this is definitely worth the read!
Date published: 2017-06-22
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Worth the Read! After finishing all of Green's works, Will Grayson, Will Grayson would probably not be the novel I would reach for if I was to re-read one of his books. With that being said, I found this story both original and heartwarming!!
Date published: 2017-06-16
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good Read I have read most of John Green's novels. While this one wasn't my favorite it was still pretty good. It isn't a life changing novel and I wasn't that emotionally invested in the characters, but I still got through the book fairly quickly and enjoyed it.
Date published: 2017-06-08
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Favorite JG book Out of the JG books I've read (TFIOS, Finding Alaska, Papertowns) I liked WGWG the best. Most people don't know of this book, and those that I've recommended it to all like it as well.
Date published: 2017-04-27
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Awesome book Not the best John Green book I've read, but definitely worth reading!
Date published: 2017-04-23
Rated 4 out of 5 by from worth it Not the greatest book I've ever read, but I still enjoyed it. It is an interesting book worth reading.
Date published: 2017-03-30
Rated 2 out of 5 by from nope Did not enjoy this book. Really only enjoyed one of John Green's novels, he does not live up to the hype.
Date published: 2017-03-27
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Liked it! Fresh and interestingly written.
Date published: 2017-03-19
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good book. Not the best of his books but still a great book at sharing the lives of two people.
Date published: 2017-03-13
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Good but not great I did really enjoy this book while reading it but i will admit that it wasn't my favourite of Green or Levithan's works. I think it was an interesting idea and topic and is definitely worth a read
Date published: 2017-03-04
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Worth the read I really enjoyed The Fault in Our Stars but found myself really disappointed trying the rest of John Green's books--until this one. Will Grayson, Will Grayson does have another awkward boy protagonist getting his life changed by a mysterious girl, but thanks to David Levithan's other Will Grayson and the excellent best friend/love interest Tiny, the manic pixie trope feel of this isn't overwhelming, and friendship and personal growth take center stage. #plumreview
Date published: 2017-03-01
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Good It was a good read and an interesting idea
Date published: 2017-02-27
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Loved it! This book was really great and original. John Green and David Levithan are great together. Definitely recommend it !
Date published: 2017-02-14
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Pretty good read This is actually my favorite John Green novel and is the book that made me absolutely fall in love with David Levithan. I know many YA readers (that love John Green) generally consider one of his novels that he didn't co-author to be their favorites, but for me there always felt to be something lacking from his novels. As it would turn out that missing "thing" is Mr. Levithan! I absolutely adore this novel. One of my favorite things is that the side characters (especially Tiny) are well developed and don't feel like they are just there for filler. I would recommend this to any lover of contemporary fiction and also if you are looking for novels with Queer protagonists and/or prominent characters to give this book a read. #plumreview
Date published: 2017-02-09
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Pretty Good It was a fun read. Pretty interesting
Date published: 2017-02-06
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Awesome book! I loved this book. It was original and written in a very fun way. If you are a John Green fan, then this is something you're going to love! It was super fun to read!
Date published: 2017-02-03
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Worth reading This book has a different approach to some classic coming of age problems. I enjoyed the two very different points of view meshing to tell a complete story. That being said I think this book is more on the young side of YA, so I didn't connect to the characters or story at all. I would recommend for someone in high school.
Date published: 2017-02-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Inspirational This story is so unique yet relatable. Very inspirational!
Date published: 2017-01-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I adored it Oh my goodness gracious me, I loved this book. It was just a huge pick me up, and a great choice to get me out of my reading slump! I enjoyed the first 100 pages or so, but wasn't yet in love until gay Will Grayson met Tiny. As soon as they met, I instantly fell in love with this book. Just all of a sudden, poof! Fell in love. Also Tiny was fabulous. Everyone needs a Tiny in their lives. I just found that this book had so much growth, and so much self discovery. It also had a lot of smiles and reasons to be happy, and it had a musical. A fabulous musical that I now want to see in real life. I just... aaahh Fell in love. I fell in love.
Date published: 2017-01-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Unique story line I personally have not ready many books with this type of storyline before so I think it's unique-ness had a great appeal to me. It was a very interesting read, one of my favourites from John Green!
Date published: 2017-01-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from this book is so good prolly one of John green's best books I really liked it
Date published: 2017-01-15
Rated 3 out of 5 by from good 50/50 on this book not sure if i liked it or loved it
Date published: 2017-01-13
Rated 2 out of 5 by from It was ok I feel like once you've read one John Green male POV character, you've read them all.
Date published: 2017-01-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Pretty good This book was really funny and I really liked it, but it was a bit confusing because I didnt know that the the POV switched after each chapter
Date published: 2017-01-08
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Enjoyable I really enjoyed this book, it was funny, it's written well.
Date published: 2017-01-06
Rated 2 out of 5 by from The ending is the Best Part Although I did not love this book as a whole I found the ending to be quite amazing. personally I did not like most of this book, it had some redeeming qualities but over all I had a hard time getting through it. The writing just wasn't for me.
Date published: 2017-01-02
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Funny at times I got this book mostly because it was written partially by John Green. I liked the way that the different chapters had different fonts that reflected the characters personalities. The ending was great, but the middle had its slow parts.
Date published: 2016-12-27
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Interesting Interesting concept but did't cut it for me
Date published: 2016-12-26
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Okay I thought this book was not bad but not amazing either. It did have some good parts.
Date published: 2016-12-24
Rated 3 out of 5 by from not bad I was really into the book at first, but some of the characters were too infuriating. It was still a good book overall
Date published: 2016-12-13
Rated 3 out of 5 by from good not my favourite john green book, but still very enjoyable
Date published: 2016-12-04
Rated 3 out of 5 by from mediocre for John Green I loved all the books by Green that I've read perviously but this didn't hold up to the others. I think it was odd with 2 writers having 2 characters perspectives being told at the same time. The idea is interesting and it allows for the 2 characters to be unique but it was strange and hard to get behind at times
Date published: 2016-11-29
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great meld of two different authors I thought having two authors telling the story from two different points of view would be distracting, but it works very well. It's a well written, fun and easy read.
Date published: 2016-11-28
Rated 4 out of 5 by from #plumreview I bought this in Ontario for a simple past-time. Was in perfect condition and nothing was wrong with it. This book is worth reading.
Date published: 2016-11-27
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Loved It There were funny moments, and heart-wrenching moments... It was amazing, I loved it.
Date published: 2016-11-14
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The perfect X story I really enjoyed both story lines.
Date published: 2016-11-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from AMAZING I love this book so much, it's so wonderful and has a really cool concept. I love the characters so much! This is by far my favourite collaboration he's done.
Date published: 2016-11-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Absoluetly Amazing I got this a while back and when I read it, I fell completely in love! The way that the book switches between the perspective of the two Will Graysons' P.O.V. is so interesting, as you get ti explore what they think about life as they go on with day to day activities. Although they have the same name, they are completely different people who is so much different from each other. This book also contains very well developed supporting character, who is not just there for the sake of character developement for the protagonists but also undergoes their very own major character developements. What I love the most about the characters are that they have faults and weaknesses, and they are never afraid to show them. Overall, really great read and 11/10 worth my time.
Date published: 2016-11-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it Oh my goodness gracious me, I loved this book. It was just a huge pick me up, and a great choice to get me out of my reading slump! I enjoyed the first 100 pages or so, but wasn't yet in love until one of the Will Graysons met Tiny. As soon as they met, I instantly fell in love with this book. Just all of a sudden, poof! Fell in love. Before everything happened and peoples started to see life in different ways, I didn't very much like gay Will Grayson. I thought he was a whiner and a huge bitch. But when the thing that happened, happened, and some gasping and angering hatred was had towards some characters who deserved it, I began to enjoy reading about bitchy Will Grayson because he seemed to have more reasons to be bitchy, and I also enjoyed that he became less bitchy. Also Tiny was fabulous. Everyone needs a Tiny in their lives. I just found that this book had so much growth, and so much self discovery. It also had a lot of smiles and reasons to be happy, and it had a musical. A fabulous musical that I now want to see in real life. I just... aaahh Fell in love. I fell in love.
Date published: 2016-01-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing I loved this book so so much. There was never a point where I wasn't interested.
Date published: 2015-11-20
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Fun read, ending not so much I loved it right up until the end, it was so out there and different it kept me interested the whole time, but the way it ended, it felt like a television show got cancelled with 2 episodes left to air in the season, I gave all John Greens other books nearly perfect scores, so i'm not sure if hes the one to blame for the ending....
Date published: 2014-07-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from loved it! The way the characters talk in this book is exactly the way i talk, funny, and sarcastic so i loved the way the book was written! The story was completely original, I've never read a book along the same lines as this one. It was well written, funny, and had an amazing story line! :)
Date published: 2014-01-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love it! Actual rating: 4.5 It's such a fantastic book! Its funny and entertaining but real and so different! And, even though im not a fan of musicals this book happens to include one freaking awesome one, definitely the best to hit high school. Tiny Dancer should be in every school!  Will Grayson, Will Grayson is so awesome! Its riduciously awesome. A feel-good book. While i do not think it is John Green or David Levithan's best book, i still love it. The romantic elationships are intriguing and the one with the straight Will Grayson is something so common but not used in many book, so bravo to that. It is a LGTB book but its more than that. Yes, its deeo but its fun and happy and shows different sides to people and how one name cant define who you are.  Yes, some parts are a bit sappy or corny (which surprised me because both Levithan and Green arent those kinda of authors) but it doesnt take much away from the story. I do like both Will Graysons, but the first one we're introduced to, the straight one, is a bit... has a bit of an attitude. I like him A LOT and like the other characters, he grows throughout the book, but at first i couldnt get a feel for him. By the end i did but still, not completely... but at the same time, he's my favourite character in the book. There's just something about him... i don't know what i'm saying anymore, clearly. Oh well. Also, i did expect more. More closure on the first Will Grayson (the stright one) because we get alternate POVs and it ends in the other ones. So i would like a better ending for that Will Grayson. Really, there isnt much closure, which can be a bad thing, or a good thing. It could go either way. But i like it, the way it ends, the whole story. I like it a lot. Will Grayson, Will Grayson is different and out there. Its a book i love and both boys and girls could read, and a book i would like to read again. Its intense and funny and keeps readers engaged and turning the pages. While some things could be better, i do love it!! Its awesome and deep and real and has good messages and blah blah blah but beyond that, its fun and interesting and just awesome!!!
Date published: 2013-11-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it! Wow, where to begin. I absolutely LOVED this book. Everything about it, from the plot, to the characters, to the relationships between the characters etc. It was hilarious, and I found myself laughing at so many points throughout, yet it was real and heart wrenching at certain points. The lives that the characters experience really shines a light on how teenagers live today. From the struggles of everyday life, to relationship drama, to personal achievements, all of those topics are covered within the 300 or so pages of this marvellous novel. I love the premise of this novel. Having one character meet another character who share the same name, and because of this little fact, their lives intertwine with each other's. Because of this, both Will Grayson's find themselves facing drama and obstacles that would otherwise, probably not occur if they had never met each other that one day at the porn store (haha, I love how they met there). But it's these struggles that lead them to a life of happiness at the end of the novel. No pain, no gain right? Overall, fantastic novel, LOVE the characters & LOVE John Green and David Leviathan.
Date published: 2013-07-30
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green & David Leviathan The best part about this story is the characters, especially the contrast between the two Will Graysons’ personalities. They are very different people despite having the same name. All of the characters are very realistic in how they interact with each other. Tiny Cooper was the most amusing person to read about and I liked viewing him through Will’s point of view, it took his enthusiasm to the extreme. The writing style was funny, I loved the depressed (I don’t know what else to call him lol) Will Grayson’s attitude towards life and how he bluntly swore at people. I laughed out loud more than a couple times while reading this book, and if not that little giggles to myself. Through the humour though are very common problems not only teens but probably adults face as well. The ending didn’t sugar coat everything, two people didn’t end up together in a super romantic fantasy ending. It was real. So I guess I have to give some credit to that, and to this duo of authors right here. http://johngreenbooks.com/ & http://www.davidlevithan.com/ . Ill give this one a 3 OUT OF 5. Not bad you guys, a funny story with some funny twists. Chow for now, MRR Check out my aweeeeeeeeeeesome bloghttp://insubstanial.blogspot.ca/
Date published: 2013-03-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Truly Remarkable! I was really impressed with the way the authors of Will Grayson Will Grayson didn't shy away from the truth. When a character is hurt, or depressed, you can feel it in their words. There is no sugarcoating. No matter if you've been through anything similar to the characters or not, you can relate to them because you feel what they feel. It all becomes so real. This is one of those books that I think everyone would benefit from reading. Will Grayson Will Grayson leaves it's mark, and when that last page has been flipped, everything seems somehow different. The reader grows with the character. It's truly remarkable.
Date published: 2012-11-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Touching I've only read one of John Green's book, Paper Towns, and I absolutely LOVED it. Many of his books are on my TBR, and I have one of David Levithan's books on my TBR. All in all, I had higher expectations for this book because I've seen many good reviews for Levithan's Every Day, and also many of Green's books. Will Grayson, Will Grayson totally BLEW ME AWAY. In the first chapter it starts talking about being able to pick your friends, pick your nose, but not pick your friend's nose, it just pulled me in. It was weirdly funny and I really liked it. The two Will Grayson's are completely different people that meet, and their lives are both sort of connected not only through their namesake but through Tiny Cooper. Who ironically is gigantic. The first Will Grayson is someone who believes that by shutting up and not caring, you won't get hurt by anyone. And those are the rules he lives by, because every time he breaks one of those rules, he gets hurt. The other Will Grayson suffers from depression, but unlike most, he is already used to living with it. He's also gay, but doesn't admit it because he doesn't "give a f***." What I loved was watching both Will Graysons struggle with their inner selves and pretty much adapt to change. They're so used to living by their own rules, and thinking the same things, that when change comes, or when someone comes and REALLY cares about him, they sort of push them away. At the end of the book, both Will Grayson's were, in a way, completely different than they were in the beginning. At first, I was appalled by the grammar of one of the Will Grayson's, but it wasn't so bad because I still understood everything he was saying. All his sentences were typed in lowercase letters, and I was just really surprised by that. Will Grayson, Will Grayson was hilarious but also a very serious book. John Green and David Levithan wrote a novel that a lot of teens can probably relate to. I fell in love with the characters, obviously not because they were perfect, but because they were flawed in such a way that I just.. loved them!! :D
Date published: 2012-10-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fabulous "my name may not be Will Greyson but I appreciate you Tiny!" I loved this book. I found myself connecting with both of the Will's by the end-and I utterly and totally fell in love with Tiny (unfortunately we could never work out even if he was real). The partnership of David Levithan and John Green in this novel was amazing. I would recommend this book a thousand times over-(though i would not recommend reading it in public as you will be laughing out loud) so much so that my copy is currently out on loan.
Date published: 2012-03-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Successful Collaboration Admittedly, I was first tempted to read this book through watching John Green on Youtube. However, I must admit that I was quite drawn to the voice of Levithan as well. I was worried that having two main characters of the same name would become confusing once they met, however, these authors skillfully merged the two characters. There is absolutely nothing I would change about this fantastic novel!
Date published: 2011-08-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Modern and Relevant I was really, really blown away by this book. So many kinds of love go on in this book - the love between friends, the love between child and parent, and of course, the love between lovers. The best part of this book is that you genuinely wish for each character to have a happy ending. For me, it wasn't until the end that it really hit me - the book has made me invest a lot of emotional energy into each character. Sadness, happiness, anger... you feel each emotion along with the character that's experiencing it. Another thing I admired about the book is that you get both conventional and non conventional characters, but they're written so well and they're so lively that you end up loving both. You would also think that having two authors would make the book jarring and difficult to read, but both authors end up complimenting one another very well. In summary: find a way to get your hands on this book! You won't regret it.
Date published: 2011-06-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing Basically, I loooooooooved this book!!!! I heard great things about this book when it first came out (no pun intended) but I thought the story of two guys with the same name meeting might be kinda lame. I decided to give it a shot because I haven't read much with LGBQT characters (basically just the Lord John series by Gabaldon) and while there are some sources for gay reader's advisory I like to diversify my reading. The characters are unbelievably real. There's something in the story about how we can be taken in by a fictional person, fall for someone who isn't actually there, and I feel like I have with all of these characters. Not in a romantic way, just in a I would be their best friend kind of way. Each of the characters ooze with genuine personality. I adore flawed heroes and underestimated rejects and I got my fill of both. The sarcasm, bluntness, confusion, and raw emotion that the authors throw at us is exquisite. I rarely feel this emotionally invested in a book, I laughed, I cried...it's a good thing I decided to read at home instead of at the park because I probably would have looked mentally disturbed. The language is fresh and young, completely realistic dialogue for online chat, texting and awkward conversations. This was an amazing collaboration between authors. Alternating chapters is an interesting and effective way to get two writers involved in the same story and the distinct narrators of the same name make this possible. This story deals with so many great things that it has something for everyone. A book club could discuss * Friendship * Clinical Depression * Love * Online Dating * Homosexuality * High school drama (as in plays not angst, although that too) There's swearing, talk about sexuality and talk about suicide so if you are sensitive about these things be forewarned, but I think that they add to the authentic feel and are important to getting the message across.
Date published: 2011-06-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from French the llama! This story is inconcievably awesome. Unconventional and irresistible Will Grayson, Will Grayson makes me optimistic. Heavy with characters that are hilarious, intelligent, melancholic, sweet, wonderful (and not), the story is earnest and, once you read either of the Will Grayson's first thought, you will be captivated until his last. A very lovely read and the most fun I've ever had when reading a song.
Date published: 2010-04-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Completely Awesome. There is romance and bromance in this latest book by Paper Towns author John Green and Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist co-author, David Levithan.Green and Levithan’s characters are not always easy to understand, or even likable, but are written with such sensitivity of purpose and growth, that one cannot help but join them as they figure out the nature of friendship and the reality of love. Swing sets, sidewalks and stage doors are portals to choose to love or to give up and, in the end, give back to the one person who forced them to be a participant in their own lives. I thoroughly enjoyed the awesomeness that is John Green & David Levithan. They continue to impress me with their ability to write authentic memorable teen voices that remind us of those deep important questions we used to ask ourselves, and the possibilities of finding the answers.
Date published: 2010-04-06

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Featured Excerpt in the Penguin iPhone Appchapter oneWhen I was little, my dad used to tell me, "Will, you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friend's nose." This seemed like a reasonably astute observation to me when I was eight, but it turns out to be incorrect on a few levels. To begin with, you cannot possibly pick your friends, or else I never would have ended up with Tiny Cooper. Tiny Cooper is not the world's gayest person, and he is not the world's largest person, but I believe he may be the world's largest person who is really, really gay, and also the world's gayest person who is really, really large. Tiny has been my best friend since fifth grade, except for all last semester, when he was busy discovering the sheer scope of his own gayness, and I was busy having an actual honest-to-God Group of Friends for the first time in my life, who ended up Never Talking to Me Again due to two slight transgressions:1. After some school-board member got all upset about gays in the locker room, I defended Tiny Cooper's right to be both gigantic (and, therefore, the best member of our shitty football team's offensive line) and gay in a letter to the school newspaper that I, stupidly, signed. 2. This guy in the Group of Friends named Clint was talking about the letter at lunch, and in the process of talking about it, he called me a bitchsquealer, and I didn't know what a bitchsquealer was, so I was like, "What do you mean?" And then he called me a bitchsquealer again, at which point I told Clint to fuck off and then took my tray and left.Which I guess means that technically I left the Group of Friends, although it felt the other way around. Honestly, none of them ever seemed to like me, but they were around, which isn't nothing. And now they aren't around, leaving me utterly bereft of social peers.Unless you count Tiny, that is. Which I suppose I must. Andbutso a few weeks after we get back from Christmas break our junior year, I'm sitting in my Assigned Seat in precalc when Tiny waltzes in wearing his jersey tucked into his chinos, even though football season is long over. Every day, Tiny miraculously manages to wedge himself into the chair-desk beside mine in precalc, and every day, I am amazed he can do it. So Tiny squeezes into his chair, I am duly amazed, and then he turns to me and he whispers really loudly because secretly he wants other people to hear, "I'm in love." I roll my eyes, because he falls in love every hour on the hour with some poor new boy. They all look the same: skinny and sweaty and tan, the last an abomination, because all February tans in Chicago are fake, and boys who fake tan—I don't care whether they're gay—are ridiculous."You're so cynical," Tiny says, waving his hand at me."I'm not cynical, Tiny," I answer. "I'm practical.""You're a robot," he says. Tiny thinks that I am incapable of what humans call emotion because I have not cried since my seventh birthday, when I saw the movie All Dogs Go to Heaven. I suppose I should have known from the title that it wouldn't end merrily, but in my defense, I was seven. Anyway, I haven't cried since then. I don't really understand the point of crying. Also, I feel that crying is almost—like, aside from deaths of relatives or whatever—totally avoidable if you follow two very simple rules: 1. Don't care too much. 2. Shut up. Everything unfortunate that has ever happened to me has stemmed from failure to follow one of the rules."I know love is real because I feel it," Tiny says.Apparently, class has started without our knowing, because Mr. Applebaum, who is ostensibly teaching us precalculus but is mostly teaching me that pain and suffering must be endured stoically, says, "You feel what, Tiny?""Love!" says Tiny. "I feel love." And everyone turns around and either laughs or groans at Tiny, and because I'm sitting next to him and he's my best and only friend, they're laughing and groaning at me, too, which is precisely why I would not choose Tiny Cooper as my friend. He draws too much attention. Also, he has a pathological inability to follow either of my two rules. And so he waltzes around, caring too much and ceaselessly talking, and then he's baffled when the world craps on him. And, of course, due to sheer proximity, this means the world craps on me, too.After class, I'm staring into my locker, wondering how I managed to leave The Scarlet Letter at home, when Tiny comes up with his Gay-Straight Alliance friends Gary (who is gay) and Jane (who may or may not be—I've never asked), and Tiny says to me, "Apparently, everyone thinks I professed my love for you in precalc. Me in love with Will Grayson. Isn't that the silliest crap you ever heard?""Great," I say."People are just such idiots," Tiny says. "As if there's something wrong with being in love." Gary groans then. If you could pick your friends, I'd consider Gary. Tiny got close with Gary and Jane and Gary's boyfriend, Nick, when he joined the GSA during my tenure as a member of the Group of Friends. I barely know Gary, since I've only been hanging around Tiny again for about two weeks, but he seems like the normalest person Tiny has ever befriended. "There's a difference," Gary points out, "between being in love and announcing it in precalc." Tiny starts to talk and Gary cuts him off. "I mean, don't get me wrong. You have every right to love Zach.""Billy," says Tiny."Wait, what happened to Zach?" I ask, because I could have sworn Tiny was in love with a Zach during precalc. But forty-seven minutes have passed since his proclamation, so maybe he's changed gears. Tiny has had about 3,900 boyfriends—half of them Internet-only.Gary, who seems as flummoxed by the emergence of Billy as I am, leans against the lockers and bangs his head softly against the steel. "Tiny, you being a makeout whore is so not good for the cause."I look way up at Tiny and say, "Can we quell the rumors of our love? It hurts my chances with the ladies.""Calling them ‘the ladies' doesn't help either," Jane tells me.Tiny laughs. "But seriously," I tell him, "I always catch shit about it." Tiny looks at me seriously for once and nods a little. "Although for the record," Gary says, "you could do worse than Will Grayson.""And he has," I note.Tiny spins in a balletic pirouette out into the middle of the hallway and, laughing, shouts, "Dear World, I am not hot for Will Grayson. But world, there's something else you should know about Will Grayson." And then he begins to sing, a Broadway baritone as big as his waist, "I can't live without him!"People laugh and whoop and clap as Tiny continues the serenade while I walk off to English. It's a long walk, and it only gets longer when someone stops you and asks how it feels to be sodomized by Tiny Cooper, and how you find Tiny Cooper's "gay little pencil prick" behind his fat belly. I respond the way I always do: by looking down and walking straight and fast. I know they're kidding. I know part of knowing someone is being mean to them or whatever. Tiny always has some brilliant thing to say back, like, "For someone who theoretically doesn't want me, you sure spend a lot of time thinking and talking about my penis." Maybe that works for Tiny, but it never works for me. Shutting up works. Following the rules works. So I shut up, and I don't care, and I keep walking, and soon it's over.The last time I said anything of note was the time I wrote the fricking letter to the editor about fricking Tiny Cooper and his fricking right to be a fricking star on our horrible football team. I don't regret writing the letter in the least, but I regret signing it. Signing it was a clear violation of the rule about shutting up, and look where it got me: alone on a Tuesday afternoon, staring at my black Chuck Taylors. That night, not long after I order pizza for me and my parents, who are—as always—late at the hospital, Tiny Cooper calls me and, real quiet and fast, he blurts out, "Neutral Milk Hotel is supposedly playing a reunion show at the Hideout and it's totally not advertised and no one even knows about it and holy shit, Grayson, holy shit!""Holy shit!" I shout. One thing you can say for Tiny: whenever something awesome happens, Tiny is always the first to hear. Now, I am not generally given over to excitement, but Neutral Milk Hotel sort of changed my life. They released this absolutely fantastic album called In the Aeroplane Over the Sea in 1998 and haven't been heard from since, purportedly because their lead singer lives in a cave in New Zealand. But anyway, he's a genius. "When?""Dunno. I just heard. I'm gonna call Jane, too. She likes them almost as much as you do. Okay, so now. Now. Let's go to the Hideout now.""I'm literally on my way," I answer, opening the door to the garage.I call my mom from the car. I tell her Neutral Milk Hotel is playing at the Hideout and she says, "Who? What? You're hiding out?" And then I hum a few bars of one of their songs and Mom says, "Oh, I know that song. It's on the mix you made me," and I say, "Right," and she says, "Well you have to be back by eleven," and I say, "Mom this is a historical event. History doesn't have a curfew," and she says, "Back by eleven," and I say, "Fine. Jesus," and then she has to go cut cancer out of someone.Tiny Cooper lives in a mansion with the world's richest parents. I don't think either of his parents have jobs, but they are so disgustingly rich that Tiny Cooper doesn't even live in the mansion; he lives in the mansion's coach house, all by himself. He has three bedrooms in that motherfucker and a fridge that always has beer in it and his parents never bother him, and so we can sit there all day and play video game football and drink Miller Lite, except in point of fact Tiny hates video games and I hate drinking beer, so mostly all we ever do is play darts (he has a dartboard) and listen to music and talk and study. I've just started to say the T in Tiny when he comes running out of his room, one black leather loafer on and the other in his hand, shouting, "Go, Grayson, go go."And everything goes perfectly on the way there. Traffic's not too bad on Sheridan, and I'm cornering the car like it's the Indy 500, and we're listening to my favorite NMH song, "Holland, 1945," and then onto Lake Shore Drive, the waves of Lake Michigan crashing against the boulders by the Drive, the windows cracked to get the car to defrost, the dirty, bracing, cold air rushing in, and I love the way Chicago smells—Chicago is brackish lake water and soot and sweat and grease and I love it, and I love this song, and Tiny's saying I love this song, and he's got the visor down so he can muss up his hair a little more expertly. That gets me to thinking that Neutral Milk Hotel is going to see me just as surely as I'm going to see them, so I give myself a once-over in the rearview. My face seems too square and my eyes too big, like I'm perpetually surprised, but there's nothing wrong with me that I can fix.The Hideout is a dive bar made of wooden planks that's nestled between a factory and some Department of Transportation building. There's nothing swank about it, but there's a line out the door even though it's only seven. So I huddle in line for a while with Tiny until Gary and Possibly Gay Jane show up. Jane's wearing a hand-scrawled Neutral Milk Hotel v-neck T-shirt under her open coat. Jane showed up in Tiny's life around the time I dropped out of it, so we don't really know each other. Still, I'd say she's currently about my fourth-best friend, and apparently she has good taste in music. Waiting outside the Hideout in the face-scrunching cold, she says hi without looking at me, and I say hi back, and then she says, "This band is so completely brilliant," and I say, "I know."This marks possibly the longest conversation I've ever had with Jane. I kick at the gravelly dirt a little and watch a miniature dust cloud encircle my foot and then I tell Jane how much I like "Holland, 1945," and she says, "I like their less accessible stuff. The polyphonic, noisy stuff." I just nod, in hopes that it appears I know what polyphonic means.One thing about Tiny Cooper is that you can't whisper in his ear, even if you're reasonably tall like myself, because the motherfucker is six six, and so you have to tap his giant shoulder and then sort of motion with your head that you'd like to whisper into his ear, and then he leans down and you say, "Hey, is Jane the gay part of the Gay-Straight Alliance or the straight part?"And Tiny leans down to my ear and whispers back, "Dunno. I think she had a boyfriend freshman year." I point out that Tiny Cooper had about 11,542 girlfriends freshman year, and then Tiny punches me in the arm in a way that he thinks is playful but actually causes permanent nerve damage.Gary is rubbing Jane's arms up and down to keep her warm when finally the line starts to move. Then about five seconds later, we see this kid looking heartbroken, and he's precisely the kind of small-blond-tan guy Tiny Cooper would like, and so Tiny says, "What's wrong?" And then the kid answers, "It's over twenty-one only.""You," I tell Tiny, stammering. "You bitchsquealer." I still don't know what it means, but it seems appropriate.Tiny Cooper purses his lips and furrows his brow. He turns to Jane. "You got a fake ID?" Jane nods. Gary pipes up, "Me too," and I'm tensing my fists, my jaw locked, and I just want to scream, but instead I say, "Whatever, I'm going home," because I don't have a fake ID. But then Tiny says real fast and real quiet, "Gary, hit me as hard as you can in the face when I'm showing my ID, and then, Grayson, you just walk behind me like you belong in the joint," and then no one says anything for a while, until Gary says, too loud, "Um, I don't really know how to hit." We're getting close to the bouncer, who has a large tattoo on his bald head, so Tiny just mumbles, "Yes you do. Just hit me hard."I lag back a little, watching. Jane gives her ID to the bouncer. He shines a flashlight on it, glances up at her, and hands it back. Then it's Tiny's turn. I take a series of very quick, short breaths, because I read once that people with a lot of oxygen in their blood look calmer, and then I watch as Gary gets on his tiptoes and rears his arm back and wallops Tiny in the right eye. Tiny's head jerks back, and Gary screams, "Oh my God, ow ow, shit my hand," and the bouncer jumps up to grab Gary, and then Tiny Cooper turns his body to block the bouncer's view of me, and as Tiny turns, I walk into the bar like Tiny Cooper is my revolving door. Once inside, I look back and see the bouncer holding Gary by the shoulders, and Gary grimacing while staring at his hand. Then Tiny puts a hand on the bouncer and says, "Dude, we were just fucking around. Good one though, Dwight." It takes me a minute to figure out that Gary is Dwight. Or Dwight is Gary.The bouncer says, "He fucking hit you in the eye," and then Tiny says, "He owed me one," and then Tiny explains to the bouncer that both he and Gary/Dwight are members of the DePaul University football team, and that earlier in the weight room Tiny had spotted poorly or something. The bouncer says he played O-Line in high school, and then suddenly they're having a nice little chat while the bouncer glances at Gary's extrarordinarily fake ID, and then we are all four of us inside the Hideout, alone with Neutral Milk Hotel and a hundred strangers.The people-sea surrounding the bar parts and Tiny gets a couple of beers and offers me one. I decline. "Why Dwight?" I ask. And Tiny says, "On his ID, he's Dwight David Eisenhower IV." And I say, "Where the frak did everyone get a fake ID anyway?" and then Tiny says, "There are places." I resolve to get one. I say, "Actually, I will have a beer," mostly because I want something in my hand. Tiny hands me the one he's already started in on, and then I make my way up close to the stage without Tiny and without Gary and without Possibly Gay Jane. It's just me and the stage, which is only raised up about two feet in this joint, so if the lead singer of Neutral Milk Hotel is particularly short—like if he is three feet ten inches tall—I will soon be looking him straight in the eye. Other people move up to the stage, and soon the place is packed. I've been here before for all-ages shows, but it's never been like this—the beer that I haven't sipped and don't intend to sweating in my hand, the well-pierced, tattooed strangers all around me. Every last soul in the Hideout right now is cooler than anyone in the Group of Friends. These people don't think there's anything wrong with me—they don't even notice me. They assume I am one of them, which feels like the very summit of my high school career. Here I am, standing on an over-twenty-one night at the best bar in America's second city, getting ready to be among a couple hundred people who see the reunion show of the greatest no-name band of the last decade. These four guys come out onstage, and while they don't bear a striking resemblance to the members of Neutral Milk Hotel, I tell myself that, whatever, I've only seen pictures on the web. But then they start playing. I'm not quite sure how to describe this band's music, except to say that it sounds like a hundred thousand weasels being dropped into a boiling ocean. And then the guy starts singing:She used to love me, yeahBut now she hatesShe used to screw me, broBut now she datesOther guysOther guysBarring a prefrontal lobotomy, there's absolutely no way that the lead singer of Neutral Milk Hotel would ever think, let alone write, let alone sing, such lyrics. And then I realize: I have waited outside in the cold gray-lit car-exhausted frigidity and caused the possible broken bones in Gary's hand to hear a band that is, manifestly, not Neutral Milk Hotel. And although he is nowhere amid the crowd of hushed and stunned NMH fans surrounding me, I immediately shout, "Damn you, Tiny Cooper!"At the end of the song, my suspicions are confirmed when the lead singer says, to a reception of absolute silence, "Thank you! Thanks very much. NMH couldn't make it, but we're Ashland Avenue, and we're here to rock!" No, I think. You're Ashland Avenue and you're here to suck. Someone taps me on the shoulder then and I turn around and find myself staring at this unspeakably hot twenty-something girl with a labret piercing, flaming red hair, and boots up her calves. She says, askingly, "We thought Neutral Milk Hotel was playing?" and I look down and say, "Me—" I stammer for a second, and then say "too. I'm here for them, too." The girl leans into my ear to shout above the atonal arrhythmic affront to decency that is Ashland Avenue. "Ashland Avenue is no Neutral Milk Hotel." Something about the fullness of the room, or the strangeness of the stranger, has made me talkative, and I shout back, "Ashland Avenue is what they play to terrorists to make them talk." The girl smiles, and it's only now that I realize that she's conscious of the age difference. She asks me where I'm in school, and I say "Evanston," and she says, "High school?" And I say, "Yeah but don't tell the bartender," and she says, "I feel like a real pervert right now," and I say, "Why?" and she just laughs. I know the girl isn't really into me, but I still feel marginally pimping.And then this huge hand settles on my shoulder, and I look down and see the middle school graduation ring he's worn on his pinkie ever since eighth grade and know immediately that it's Tiny. And to think, some idiots claim that the gays have fashion sense.I turn around and Tiny Cooper is crying huge tears. One of Tiny Cooper's tears could drown a kitten. And I mouth WHAT'S WRONG because Ashland Avenue is sucking too loudly for him to hear me, and Tiny Cooper just hands me his phone and walks away. It's showing me Tiny's Facebook feed, zoomed in on a status update.Zach is like the more i think about it the more i think y ruin a gr8 frendship? i still think tiny's awesum tho.I push my way through a couple people to Tiny, and I pull down his shoulder and scream into his ear, "THAT'S PRETTY FUCKING BAD," and Tiny shouts back, "I GOT DUMPED BY STATUS UPDATE," and I answer, "YEAH, I NOTICED. I MEAN, HE COULD HAVE AT LEAST TEXTED. OR E-MAILED. OR SENT A PASSENGER PIGEON.""WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?" Tiny shouts in my ear, and I want to say, "Hopefully, go find a guy who knows there is no u in awesome," but I just shrug my shoulders and pat him firmly on the back, and guide him away from Ashland Avenue and toward the bar.Which, as it turns out, is something of a mistake. Just before we get to the bar, I see Possibly Gay Jane hovering by a tall table. She tells me Gary has left in disgust. "It was a publicity ploy by Ashland Avenue, apparently," she says.I say, "But no NMH fan would ever listen to this drivel." Then Jane looks up at me all pouty and big-eyed and says, "My brother is the guitarist."I feel like a total asshole and say, "Oh, sorry, dude." And she says, "Christ, I'm kidding. If he were, I'd disown him." At some point during our four-second conversation I have managed to completely lose Tiny, which is no easy task, so I tell Jane about Tiny's great Facebook wall of dumpage, and she is still laughing when Tiny appears at our table with a round tray holding six shot glasses full of a greenish liquid. "I don't really drink," I remind Tiny, and he nods. He pushes a shot toward Jane, and Jane just shakes her head. Tiny takes a shot, grimaces, and exhales. "Tastes like Satan's fire cock," Tiny says, and then pushes another shot in my direction. "Sounds delightful," I say, "but I'll pass." "How can he just," Tiny yells, and then he takes a shot, "dump me," and another shot, "on his STATUS after I say I LOVE him," and another. "What is the goddamned world coming to?" Another. "I really do, Grayson. I know you think I'm full of shit, but I knew I loved him the moment we kissed. Goddamn it. What am I going to do?" And then he stifles a sob with the last shot.Jane tugs on my shirtsleeve and leans in to me. I can feel her breath warm against my neck, and she says, "We're going to have a big frickin' problem when he starts feeling those shots," and I decide that Jane is right, and anyway, Ashland Avenue is terrible, so we need to leave the Hideout posthaste.I turn to tell Tiny it's time to go, but he has disappeared. I glance back at Jane, who's looking toward the bar with a look of profound concern on her face. Shortly thereafter, Tiny Cooper returns. Only two shots this time, thank God."Drink with me," he says, and I shake my head, but then Jane pokes me in the back, and I realize that I have to take a bullet for Tiny. I dig into my pocket and hand Jane my car keys. The only sure way to prevent him from drinking the rest of the plutonium-green booze is to down one myself. So I grab the shot glass and Tiny says, "Aw, fuck him, anyway, Grayson. Fuck everybody," and I say, "I'll drink to that," and I do, and then it hits my tongue and it's like a burning Molotov cocktail—glass and all. I involuntarily spit the entire shot out onto Tiny Cooper's shirt. "A monochrome Jackson Pollock," Jane says, and then tells Tiny, "We gotta bolt. This band is like a root canal sans painkiller."Jane and I walk out together, figuring (correctly, as it turns out) that Tiny, wearing my shot of nuclear fallout, will follow us. Since I've failed at drinking both the alcoholic beverages Tiny bought me, Jane tosses the keys back to me in a high arc. I grab them and get behind the wheel after Jane climbs into the back. Tiny tumbles into the passenger seat. I start the car, and my date with massive aural disappointment comes to an end. But I hardly think about it on the way home because Tiny keeps going on about Zach. That's the thing about Tiny: his problems are so huge that yours can hide behind them."How can you just be so wrong about something?" Tiny is asking over the noisy screechiness of Jane's favorite (and my least favorite) NMH song. I'm cruising up Lake Shore and can hear Jane singing along in the back, a little off-key but closer than I'd be if I sang in front of people, which I don't, due to the Shutting Up Rule. And Tiny is saying, "If you can't trust your gut then what can you trust?" And I say, "You can trust that caring, as a rule, ends poorly," which is true. Caring doesn't sometimes lead to misery. It always does. "My heart is broken," Tiny says, as if the thing has never happened before to him, as if it has never happened before to anyone. And maybe that's the problem: maybe each new breakup feels so radically new to Tiny that, in some way, it hasn't happened before. "And Yaw naht helping," he adds, which is when I notice he's slurring his words. Ten minutes from his house if we don't catch traffic, and then straight to bed.But I can't drive as fast as Tiny can deteriorate. By the time I exit Lake Shore—six minutes to go—he's slurring his words and bawling, going on and on about Facebook and the death of polite society and whatever. Jane's got her hands, with fingernails painted black, kneading Tiny's elephantine shoulders, but he can't seem to stop crying, and I'm missing all the lights as Sheridan slowly unwinds before us, and the snot and tears mix until Tiny's T-shirt is just a wet mess. "How far?" Jane asks, and I say, "He lives off Central," and she says, "Jesus. Stay calm, Tiny. You just need to go to sleep, baby. Tomorrow makes everything a little better."Finally, I turn into the alley and steer around the potholes until we get behind Tiny's coach house. I jump out of the car and push my seat forward so Jane can get out behind me. Then we walk around to the passenger seat. Jane opens the door, reaches across Tiny, manages through a miracle of dexterity to unfasten his seat belt, and then says, "All right, Tiny. Time for bed," and Tiny says, "I'm a fool," and then unleashes a sob that probably registers on the Richter scale in Kansas. But he gets up and weaves toward his back door. I follow, just to make sure he gets to bed all right, which turns out to be a good idea, because he doesn't get to bed all right.Instead, about three steps into the living room, he stops dead in his tracks. He turns around and stares at me, his eyes squinting as if he's never seen me before and can't figure out why I'm in his house. Then he takes off his shirt. He's still looking at me quizzically when, sounding stone sober, he says, "Grayson, something needs to happen," and I say, "Huh?" And Tiny says, "Because otherwise what if we just end up like everybody at the Hideout?" And I'm about to say huh again, because those people were far cooler than our classmates and also far cooler than us, but then I know what he means. He means, What if we become grown-ups waiting for a band that's never coming back? I notice Tiny looking blankly at me, swaying back and forth like a skyscraper in the wind. And then he falls facefirst."Oh boy," Jane says behind me, and only then do I realize she's here. Tiny, his face buried in carpet, has taken to crying again. I look at Jane for a long time and a slow smile creeps over her face. Her whole face changes when she smiles—this eyebrow-lifting, perfect-teeth-showing, eye-crinkling smile I've either never seen or never noticed. She becomes pretty so suddenly that it's almost like a magic trick—but it's not like I want her or anything. Not to sound like a jerk, but Jane isn't really my type. Her hair's kinda disastrously curly and she mostly hangs out with guys. My type's a little girlier. And honestly, I don't even like my type of girl that much, let alone other types. Not that I'm asexual—I just find Romance Drama unbearable."Let's get him in bed," she says finally. "Can't have his parents find this in the morning."I kneel down and tell Tiny to get up, but he just keeps crying and crying, so finally Jane and I get on his left side and roll him over onto his back. I step over him, and then reach down, getting a good grip under his armpit. Jane mimics me on his other side."One," says Jane, and I say, "Two," and she says, "Three," and grunts. But nothing happens. Jane is small—I can see her upper arm narrow as she flexes her muscles. And I can't lift my half of Tiny either, so we resolve to leave him there. By the time Jane places a blanket on top of Tiny and a pillow beneath his head, he's snoring. We're about to leave when all of Tiny's snotting finally catches up with him, and he begins to make these hideous noises that sound like snoring, except more sinister, and also more wet. I lean down to his face and see that he's inhaling and exhaling these disgusting bubbly strands of snot from the last throes of his cryathon. There's so much of the stuff that I worry he'll choke. "Tiny," I say. "You gotta get the snot outta your nose, man," but he doesn't stir. So I get down right by his eardrum and shout, "Tiny!" Nothing. Then Jane smacks him across the face, really rather hard. Nada. Just the awful, drowning-in-snot snoring.And that is when I realize that Tiny Cooper cannot pick his nose, countering the second part of my dad's theorem. And shortly thereafter, with Jane looking on, I disprove the theorem entirely when I reach down and clear Tiny's airways of snot. In short: I cannot pick my friend; he cannot pick his nose; and I can—nay, I must—pick it for him.chapter twoi am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me. those seem to be the two choices. everything else is just killing time.right now i'm walking through the kitchen to get to the back door.mom: have some breakfast.i do not eat breakfast. i never eat breakfast. i haven't eaten breakfast since i was able to walk out the back door without eating breakfast first. mom: where are you going?school, mom. you should try it some time.mom: don't let your hair fall in your face like that - I can't see your eyes.but you see, mom, that's the whole fucking point.i feel bad for her - i do. a damn shame, really, that i had to have a mother. it can't be easy having me for a son. nothing can prepare someone for that kind of disappointment.me: byei do not say ‘good-bye.' i believe that's one of the bullshittiest words ever invented. it's not like you're given the choice to say ‘bad-bye' or ‘awful-bye' or ‘couldn't-care-less-about-you-bye.' every time you leave, it's supposed to be a good one. well, i don't believe in that. i believe against that.mom: have a good d—the door kinda closes in the middle of her sentence, but it's not like i can't guess where it's going. she used to say ‘see you!' until one morning i was so sick of it i told her, ‘no, you don't.' she tries, and that's what makes it so pathetic. i just want to say, ‘i feel sorry for you, really i do.' but that might start a conversation, and a conversation might start a fight, and then i'd feel so guilty i might have to move away to portland or something. i need coffee.every morning i pray that the school bus will crash and we'll all die in a fiery wreck. then my mom will be able to sue the school bus company for never making school buses with seat belts, and she'll be able to get more money for my tragic death than i would've ever made in my tragic life. unless the lawyers from the school bus company can prove to the jury that i was guaranteed to be a fuckup. then they'd get away with buying my mom a used ford fiesta and calling it even.maura isn't exactly waiting for me before school, but i know, and she knows i'll look for her where she is. we usually fall back on that so we can smirk at each other or something before we're marched off. it's like those people who become friends in prison even though they would never really talk to each other if they weren't in prison. that's what maura and i are like, i think. me: give me some coffee.maura: get your own fucking coffee.then she hands me her XXL dunkin donuts crappaccino and i treat it like it's a big gulp. if i could afford my own coffee i swear i'd get it, but the way i see it is: her bladder isn't thinking i'm an asshole even if the rest of her organs do. it's been like this with me and maura for as long as I can remember, which is about a year. i guess i've known her a little longer than that, but maybe not. at some point last year, her gloom met my doom and she thought it was a good match. i'm not so sure, but at least i get coffee out of it.derek and simon are coming over now, which is good because it's going to save me some time at lunch.me: give me your math homework.simon: sure. here.what a friend.the first bell rings. like all the bells in our fine institution of lower learning, it's not a bell at all, it's a long beep, like you're about to leave a voicemail saying you're having the suckiest day ever. and nobody's ever going to listen to it.i have no idea why anyone would want to become a teacher. i mean, you have to spend the day with a group of kids who either hate your guts or are kissing up to you to get a good grade. that has to get to you after a while, being surrounded by people who will never like you for any real reason. i'd feel bad for them if they weren't such sadists and losers. with the sadists, it's all about the power and the control. they teach so they can have an official reason to dominate other people. and the losers make up pretty much all the other teachers, from the ones who are too incompetent to do anything else to the ones who want to be their students' best friends because they never had friends when they were in high school. and there are the ones who honestly think we're going to remember a thing they say to us after final exams are over. right.every now and then you get a teacher like mrs. grover, who's a sadistic loser. i mean, it can't be easy being a french teacher, because nobody really needs to know how to speak french anymore. and while she kisses the honors kids' derrieres, with standard kids she resents the fact that we're taking up her time. so she responds by giving us quizzes every day and giving us gay projects like ‘design your own ride for euro disney' and then acting all surprised when i'm like ‘yeah, my ride for euro disney is minnie using a baguette as a dildo to have some fun with mickey.' since i don't have any idea how to say ‘dildo' in french (dildot?), i just say ‘dildo' and she pretends to have no idea what i'm talking about and says that minnie and mickey eating baguettes isn't a ride. no doubt she gives me a check-minus for the day. i know i'm supposed to care, but really it's hard to imagine something i could care less about than my grade in french. the only worthwhile thing i do all period - all morning, really - is write isaac, isaac, isaac in my notebook and then draw spider-man spelling it out in a web. which is completely lame, but whatever. it's not like i'm doing it to be cool.i sit with derek and simon at lunch. the way it is with us, it's like we're sitting in a waiting room. every now and then we'll say something, but mostly we stick to our own chair-sized spaces. occasionally we'll read magazines. if someone comes over, we'll look up. but that doesn't happen often.we ignore most of the people who walk by, even the ones we're supposed to lust after. it's not like derek and simon are into girls. basically, they like computers.derek: do you think the X18 software will be released before summer?simon: i read on trustmaster's blog that it might. That would be cool.me: here's your homework back.when i look at the guys and girls at the other tables, i wonder what they could possibly have to say to each other. they're all so boring and they're all trying to make up for it by talking louder. i'd rather just sit here and eat.i have this ritual, that when it hits two o'clock i allow myself to get excited about leaving. it's like if i reach that point i can take the rest of the day off. it happens in math, and maura is sitting next to me. she figured out in october what i was doing, so now every day at two she passes me a slip of paper with something on it. like ‘congratulations' or ‘can we go now?' or ‘if this period doesn't end soon i am going to slit my own skull.' i know i should write her back, but mostly i nod. i think she wants us to go out on a date or something, and i don't know what to do about that. everyone in our school has afterschool activities.mine is going home.sometimes i stop and board for a while in the park, but not in february, not in this witch-twat-frigid chicago suburb (known to locals as naperville). if i go out there now, i'll freeze my balls off. not that i'm putting them to any use whatsoever, but i still like to have them, just in case.plus i've got better things to do than have the college dropouts tell me when i can ramp (usually about . . . never) and have the skatepunks from our school look down at me because i'm not cool enough to smoke and drink with them and i'm not cool enough to be straightedge. i'm no-edge as far as they're concerned. i stopped trying to be in their in-crowd-that-doesn't-admit-it's-an-in-crowd when i left ninth grade. it's not like boarding is my life or anything. i like having the house to myself when i get home. i don't have to feel guilty about ignoring my mom if she's not around. i head to the computer first and see if isaac's online. he's not, so i fix myself a cheese sandwich (i'm too lazy to grill it) and jerk off. it takes about ten minutes, but it's not like i'm timing it.isaac's still not on when i get back. he's the only person on my ‘buddy list,' which is the stupidest fucking name for a list. what are we, three years old? me: hey, isaac, wanna be my buddy!?isaac: sure, buddy! let's go fishin'!isaac knows how stupid i find these things, and he finds them just as stupid as i do. like lol. now, if there's anything stupider than buddy lists, it's lol. if anyone ever uses lol with me, i rip my computer right out of the wall and smash it over the nearest head. i mean, it's not like anyone is laughing out loud about the things they lol. i think it should be spelled loll, like what a lobotomized person's tongue does. loll. loll. i can't think any more. loll. loll!or ttyl. bitch, you're not actually talking. that would require actual vocal contact. or (rofl! what? are you really rolling on the floor laughing? well, please stay down there a sec while I KICK YOUR ASS.)i had to tell maura that my mom made me get rid of my instant messenger in order for her to stop popping up whenever i was trying to do something.gothblood4567: 'sup?finalwill: i'm working.gothblood4567: on what?finalwill: my suicide note. i can't figure out how to end it.gothblood4567: lolso i killed my screenname and resurrected myself under another. isaac's the only person who knows it, and it's going to stay that way.i check my email and it's mostly spam. what i want to know is this: is there really someone in the whole world who gets an email from hlyywkrrs@hothotmail.com, reads it, and says to himself, ‘you know, what i really need to do is enlarge my penis 33%, and the way to do it would be to send $69.99 to that nice lady ilena at VIRILITY MAXIMUS CORP via this handy internet link!' if people are actually falling for that, it's not their dicks they should be worried about. i have a friend request from some stranger on facebook and i delete it without looking at the profile because that doesn't seem natural. 'cause friendship should not be as easy as that. it's like people believe all you need to do is like the same bands in order to be soulmates. or books. omg . . . U like the outsiders 2 . . . it's like we're the same person! no we're not. it's like we have the same english teacher. there's a difference.it's almost four and isaac's usually on by now. i do that stupid reward thing with my homework - it's like if i look up what date the mayans invented toothpicks, i can check to see if isaac's online yet. then if i read three more paragraphs about the importance of pottery in indigenous cultures, i can check my yahoo account. and finally if i finish answering all three of these questions and isaac isn't on yet, then i can jerk off again. i'm only halfway through answering the first question, some bullshit about why mayan pyramids are so much cooler than egyptian ones, when i cheat and look at my buddy list and see that isaac's name is there. i'm about to think why hasn't he IM'ed me? when the box appears on the screen. like he's read my mind.boundbydad: u there?grayscale: yes!boundbydad: Jgrayscale: J x 100boundbydad: i've been thinking about you all daygrayscale: ???boundbydad: only good thingsgrayscale: that's too bad Jboundbydad: depends on what you think of as good JJit's been like this from the beginning. just being comfortable. i was a little freaked out at first by his screenname, but he quickly told me it was because his name was isaac, and ultimatelymydadchosetokillthegoatinsteadofme was too long to be a good screenname. he asked me about my old screenname, finalwill, and i told him my name was will, and that's how we started to get to know each other. we were in one of those lame chatrooms where it falls completely silent every ten seconds until someone goes ‘anyone in here?' and other people are like ‘yeah' ‘yup' ‘here!' without saying anything. we were supposed to be in a forum for this singer i used to like, but there wasn't much to say about him except which songs were better than the other songs. it was really boring, but it's how isaac and i met, so i guess we'll have to hire the singer to play at our wedding or something. (that is so not funny.)soon we were swapping pictures and mp3s and telling each other about how everything pretty much sucked, but of course the ironic part was that while we were talking about it the world didn't suck as much. except, of course, for the part at the end when we had to return to the real world. it is so unfair that he lives in ohio, because that should be close enough, but since neither of us drives and neither of us would ever in a million years say, ‘hey, mom, do you want to drive me across indiana to see a boy?,' we're kind of stuck. grayscale: i'm reading about the mayans. boundbydad: angelou?grayscale: ???boundbydad: nevermind. we skipped the mayans. we only read ‘american' history now.grayscale: but aren't they in the americas?boundbydad: not according to my school. **groans**grayscale: so who did you almost kill today?grayscale: and by ‘kill,' i mean ‘wish would disappear,' just in case this conversation is being monitored by administratorsboundbydad: potential body count of eleven. twelve if you count the cat.grayscale: . . . or homeland securitygrayscale: goddamn cat!boundbydad: goddamn cat!i haven't told anyone about isaac because it's none of their business. i love that he knows who everyone is but nobody knows who he is. if i had actual friends that i felt i could talk to, this might cause some conflict. but since right now there'd only need to be one car to take people to my funeral, i think it's okay. eventually isaac has to go, because he isn't really supposed to be using the computer at the music store where he works. lucky for me that it doesn't seem to be a busy music store, and his boss is like a drug dealer or something and is always leaving isaac in charge while he goes out to ‘meet some people.' i step away from the computer and finish my homework quickly. then i go in the den and turn on law & order, since the only thing i can really count on in life is that whenever i turn on the tv there will be a law & order episode. this time it's the one with the guy who strangles blonde after blonde after blonde, and even though i'm pretty sure i've seen it like ten times already, i'm watching it like i don't know that the pretty reporter he's talking to is about to have the curtain cord around her neck. i don't watch that part, because it's really stupid, but once the police catch the guy and the trial's going on, they're alllawyer: dude, the cord knocked this microscopic piece of skin off your hand while you were strangling her, and we ran it under the microscope and found out that you're totally fucked.you gotta know he wishes he'd worn gloves, although the gloves probably would've left fibers, and he would've been totally fucked anyway. when that's all over, there's another episode i don't think i've seen before, until this celebrity runs over a baby in his hummer and i'm like, oh, it's the one where the celebrity runs over the baby in his hummer. i watch it anyway, because it's not like i have anything better to do. then mom comes home and finds me there and it's like we're a rerun, too.mom: how was your day?me: mom, i'm watching tv.mom: will you be ready for dinner in fifteen minutes?me: mom, i'm watching tv!mom: well, set the table during the commercials.me: FINE.i totally don't get this - is there anything more boring and pathetic than setting the table when there are only two of you? i mean, with place mats and salad forks and everything. who is she kidding? i would give anything not to have to spend the next twenty minutes sitting across from her, because she doesn't believe in letting silence go. no, she has to fill it up with talk. i want to tell her that's what the voices in your head are for, to get you through all the silent parts. but she doesn't want to be with her thoughts unless she's saying them out loud.mom: if i get lucky tonight, maybe we'll have a few more dollars for the car fund.me: you really don't need to do that.mom: don't be silly. it gives me a reason to go to girls' poker night.i really wish she would stop it. she feels worse about me not having a car than i do. i mean, i'm not one of those jerks who thinks that as soon as you turn seventeen it's your god-given american right to have a brand-new chevrolet in the driveway. i know what our situation is, and i know she doesn't like that i have to work weekends at cvs in order to afford the things we need to pick up at cvs. having her constantly sad about it doesn't make me feel better. and of course there's another reason for her to go play poker besides the money. she needs more friends. she asks me if i took my pills before i ran off this morning and i tell her, yeah, wouldn't i be drowning myself in the bathtub if i hadn't? she doesn't like that, so i'm all like ‘joke, joke' and i make a mental note that moms aren't the best audience for medication humor. i decide not to get her that world's greatest mom of a depressive fuckup sweatshirt for mother's day like i'd been planning. (okay, there's not really a sweatshirt like that, but if there was, it would have kittens. on it, putting their paws in sockets.)truth is, thinking about depression depresses the shit out of me, so i go back into the den and watch some more law & order. isaac's never back at his computer until eight, so i wait until then. maura calls me but i don't have the energy to say anything to her except what's happening on law & order, and she hates it when i do that. so i let the voicemail pick up.me: this is will. why the fuck are you calling me? leave a message and maybe i'll call you back. [BEEP]maura: hey, loser. i'm so bored i'm calling you. i figured if you weren't doing anything i could bear your children. oh, well. i guess i'll just go call joseph and ask him to do me in the manger and begat another holy child.by the time i care, it's almost eight. and even then, i don't care enough to call her back. we have this thing about calling each other back, in that we don't do it very much. instead i head to the computer and it's like i turn into a little girl who's just seen her first rainbow. i get all giddy and nervous and hopeful and despairing and i tell myself not to look obsessively at my buddy list, but it might as well be projected onto the insides of my eyelids. at 8:05 his name pops up, and i start to count. i only get to twelve before his IM pops up. boundbydad: greetings!grayscale: and salutations!boundbydad: so glad u're here.grayscale: so glad to be hereboundbydad: work today = lamest! day! ever! this girl tried to shoplift and wasn't even subtle about it. i used to have some sympathy for shopliftersboundbydad: but now i just want to see them behind bars. i told her to put it back and she acted all ‘put what back?' until i reached into her pocket and took the disc out. and what does she say to that? ‘oh.'grayscale: not even ‘sorry'?boundbydad: not even.grayscale: girls suck.boundbydad: and boys are angels? Jwe go on like this for about an hour. i wish we could talk on the phone, but his parents won't let him have a cell and i know my mom sometimes checks my phone log when i'm in the shower. this is nice, though. it's the only part of my day when the time actually seems worth it.we spend our usual ten minutes saying good-bye.boundbydad: i really should go.grayscale: me too.boundbydad: but i don't want to.grayscale: me neither.boundbydad: tomorrow?grayscale: tomorrow!boundbydad: i wish you.grayscale: i wish you, too.this is dangerous because as a rule i don't let myself wish for things. too many times when i was a kid, i would put my hands together or squinch my eyes shut and i would devote myself fully to hoping for something. i even thought that there were some places in my room that were better for wishing than others - under the bed was okay, but on the bed wasn't; the bottom of the closet would do, as long as my shoebox of baseball cards was in my lap. never, ever at my desk, but always with the sock drawer open. nobody had told me these rules - i'd figured them out for myself. i could spend hours setting up a particular wish - and every single time, i'd be met with a resounding wall of complete indifference. whether it was for a pet hamster or for my mom to stop crying - the sock drawer would be open and i would be sitting behind my toy chest with three action figures in one hand and a matchbox car in the other. i never hoped for everything to get better - only for one thing to get better. and it never did. so eventually i gave up. i give up every single day.but not with isaac. it scares me sometimes. wishing it to work.later that night i get an email from him.i feel like my life is so scattered right now. like it's all these small pieces of paper and someone's turned on the fan. but talking to you makes me feel like the fan's been turned off for a little bit. like things could actually make sense. you completely unscatter me, and i appreciate that so much.GOD I AM SO IN LOVE.

Editorial Reviews

A New York Times Book Review Editor’s Choice An ALA Stonewall Honor Book    “Will Grayson, Will Grayson is a complete romp. [It is] so funny, rude and original that by the time flowers hit the stage, even the musical-averse will cheer.” —The New York Times Book Review   ê“Will have readers simultaneously laughing, crying and singing at the top of their lungs.”—Kirkus Reviews, starred review   “It is such a good book. [Green and Levithan] are two of the best writers writing today.” —NPR’s The Roundtable   “A brilliant novel.” —The Seattle Times   “A winning combination infused with wit, sarcasm, and plenty of musical references.” —Chicago Tribune   “A moving novel when it comes to the matters of the heart.” —The San Diego Union-Tribune   “One of the best books of the year.” —Bookpage   “A hilarious collaboration between superstar authors.” —The Daily Beast   ê“A terrific high-energy tale of teen love, lust, intrigue, anger, pain, and friendship threaded with generous measures of comedy and savvy counsel.” —Booklist, starred review   “Entertaining . . . produces all the euphoria of an actual musical; readers will be on their feet.” —The Horn Book   “Irresistibly funny, insistently wise, and filled with the honest power of friendship.” —The Wichita Eagle   “This may well be the best novel that either John Green or David Levithan has ever written. Inventive and insightful.” —Shelf Awareness   “This novel as serious buzz.´—EntertainmentWeekly.com   ê“Powerful, thought-provoking, funny, moving, and unique.” —SLJ, starred review   “Original idea, well-written, humorous, touching . . . a great read.” —Outsmart