DNF at page 54.
(This was exactly what I was feeling while reading Scott Pilgrim’s Precious Little Life.)
I actually tried watching the movie a while back, but it made me really, really uncomfortable. And the same happened while reading the graphic novel.
I wanted to read it because I really liked Seconds, but I guess I somehow forgot that the movie was based off of a graphic novel. And I hadn’t made the connection between the two until I started reading and feeling really ( and I mean really) uneasy.
I was uncomfortable with the fact that Scott Pilgrim, a 23 year old, was dating a high schooler. I just personally can’t stand by that (even if he is incredibly immature).
I mean, just looking at him waiting for Knives to finish her day at school made me want to throw up a little.
Never has a book made me this physically uncomfortable. Wow.
I was so close to giving up after this section and I kept thinking, “I don’t hate myself this much, I can put it down.”
Maybe it’s a personal thing, but I just can’t get over how uncomfortable my reading experience was.
Example number 20 of Scott’s immaturity:
Really, ‘no girls allowed’??? How old are you???
I was holding on for it to get better, but then stuff like this gets thrown in, and I’m just not about that life.
There wasn’t even one likeable character. ONE.
I’m truly perplexed at how different Seconds is compared to this catastrophe. Even the humor is on extremely different levels. I just don’t get how the same person wrote this.