Why we broke up pdf

The story follows the main character, Min, as she recounts the relationship she had with her ex-boyfriend, Ed, and all of the reasons they broke up. During their relationship, Min saved various items related to their relationship in a box she hid in her closet to keep her mother from snooping.

Now that it has been some time since they broke up, Min is ready to return the box of items to Ed by dropping it on his front porch. As the novel unfolds, Min is writing a letter to Ed to include in the box. Min goes item by item, telling Ed what each object is and what it represents in regards to their relationship. Since Ed and Min come from very different worlds and lead very different lives, Min's story recounts in hindsight all of the reasons that she and Ed should never have been boyfriend and girlfriend to start.

In this coming of age story, Min is able to overcome her emotions, pain and hurt for the loss of her relationship with Ed by explaining all of the reasons that their relationship did not work. Along the way, Min also learns how to cherish the existing relationships that she has with her friends, especially her friendship with Al. Min provides the reader with an insider view to the euphoria couples feels as they meet, start to date, and fall in love. She also chronicles the pain, suffering, and emotions that couples deal with when the relationship ends.

In this novel, the reader gains insight into one point of view in a relationship, from the girl that is cheated on and betrayed. I thought, and I was stupid, that I didnt care. I told you it was Min, short for Minerva, Roman goddess of wisdom, because my dad was getting his masters when I was born, and that, dont even ask, no you couldnt, only my grandmother could call me Minnie because, she told me and I imitated her voice, she loved me the best of anyone.

You said your name was Ed. Like I might not know that. I asked you how you lost. Dont, you said. If I have to tell you how we lost, it will hurt all of my feelings. I liked that, all of my feelings. Every last one? Well, you said, and took a sip, I might have one or two left. I might still have a feeling. I had a feeling too.

Of course you told me anyway, Ed, because youre a boy, how you lost the game. Trevor snored on the lawn. The beer tasted bad to me, and I quietly poured it behind my back into the cold ground, and inside people were singing. Bitter birthday to you, bitter birthday to you, bitter birthday to Al and Al never gave me a hard time about.

You told the whole story, your lean arms in your jacket crackling and jerky, and you replayed all your moves. Basketball is still incomprehensible to me, some shouty frantic bouncing thing in uniform, and although I didnt listen I hung on every word. Do you know what I liked, Ed? The word layup, the sexy plan of it. I savored that word, layup layup layup, through your feints and penalties, your free throws and blocked shots and the screwups that made it all go down.

The layup, the swooping move of doing it like you planned, while all the guests kept singing in the house, For hes a bitter good fellow, for hes a bitter good fellow, for hes a bitter good fellow, which nobody can deny. The song Id keep, for the movie, so loud through the window your words were all a sporty blur as you nished your game and threw the bottle into an elegant shatter on the fence, and then you started to ask: Could I call you I thought you were going to ask if you could call me Minnie.

But you just wanted to know if you could call me. Who were you to do that, who was I saying yes? I would have said yes, Ed, would have let you call me the thing I hated to be called except by the one who loves me best of anyone. Instead I said yes, sure, you could call me about. Like a tie at a tag sale, some perfect thing in a crate of nothing, you were just there, uninvited, and now suddenly the party was over and you were all I wanted, the best gift. I hadnt even been looking, not for you, and now you were my hearts desire kicking Trevor awake and loping off into the sweet late night.

Was that Ed Slaterton? Lauren asked, with a bag in her hand. I said. Dont say when. It was. Who invited him? Thats crazy, him here.

I know, I said. And was he getting your number? I closed my hand on the bottle caps so nobody could see them. Ed Slaterton is asking you out? Ed Slaterton asked you out? He didnt ask me out, I said, technically. He just asked me if he could If he could what?

The bag rustled in the wind. If he could ask me out, I admitted. Dear God in heaven, Lauren said, and then, quickly, as my mother would say. Lauren Min just got asked out by Ed Slaterton, she called into the house. Jordan stepped out. Al peered startled and suddenly through the kitchen window, frowning over the sink like I was a raccoon.

Min just got asked out Jordan looked around the yard for him. No, I said, not really. He just asked for my number. Sure, that could mean anything, Lauren snorted, tossing wet napkins into the bag. Maybe he works for the phone company. Maybe hes just obsessed with area codes. Lauren He asked you out. Ed Slaterton.

Hes not going to call, I said. It was just a party. Dont put yourself down, Jordan said. You have all the qualities Ed Slaterton looks for in his millions of girlfriends, come to think of it. You have two legs. And youre a carbon-based life-form, Lauren said. Stop, I said. Hes not hes just a guy. Listen to her, just a guy. Lauren picked up another piece of trash.

Ed Slaterton asked you out. Its crazy. Thats, like, Eyes on the Roof crazy. Its not as crazy as what is, by the way, a great movie,. And, hes not really going to call.

I just cant believe it, Jordan said. Theres nothing to believe, I said to everybody in the yard, including me. It was a party and Ed Slaterton was there and its over and now were cleaning up.

Then come help me, Al said nally, and held up the dripping punch bowl. I hurried to the kitchen and looked for a towel. Throw those out? He pointed at the bottle caps in my hand. Right, yeah, I said, but with my back turned they went into my pocket.

Al handed me everything, the bowl, the towel to dry it, and looked me over. Ed Slaterton? Yeah, I said, trying to yawn. I was thumping inside. Is he really going to call you? I dont know, I said. But you hope so? I dont know. You dont know?

Hes not going to call me. Hes Ed Slaterton. I know who he is, Min. But youwhat are you? You know. How can you not know? Im good at changing the subject. Happy birthday, Al. Al just shook his head, probably because I was smiling, I guess.

I guess I was smiling, the party over and these bottle caps burning in my pocket. Take them back, Ed. Here they are. Take back the smile and the night, take it all back, I wish I could. This book is a work of ction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authors imagination or are used ctitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. In accordance with the U. Copyright Act of , the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the publisher is unlawful piracy and theft of the authors intellectual property.

If you would like to use material from the book other than for review purposes , prior written permission must be obtained by contacting the publisher at permissions hbgusa. Thank you for your support of the authors rights. The publisher is not responsible for websites or their content that are not owned by the publisher. Summary: Sixteen-year-old Min Green writes a letter to Ed Slaterton in which she breaks up with him, documenting their relationship and how items in the accompanying box, from bottle caps to a cookbook, foretell the end.

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I am not proud of this. I met her at an art salon, and then I left the salon and biked around and met up with my boyfriend and we went for Chinese food, and there was Laura, sitting at the bar. Also, what a neat idea for a business card. It looks pretty rad, I should check them out. Although also a reminder that Queens is a goddamn lot less bicycle-friendly than Brooklyn. She's the niece of one of the writers I work with at my weird day job, which is at a ghostwriting firm.

Dorsey's Kitchen. The site is in Spanish, which I do not speak. I was not so swayed. I will pay this really soon. And there you have it! A selection of detritus from a month of my life. Also this would be x longer.

And I would be able to afford a pair of jeans that are not morally reprehensible. I haven't read something I so enjoyed in quite a long while. I read this book with my friend Jesse. Every day we would set a target and read up until that point, sharing what we thought of that section, gushing or ranting. That experience was so much fun and it definitely added to the reasons why I loved it - it was something I shared with a friend.

However, this book didn't need that added loveliness for me to give it five stars. The biggest point of WOO for me is the writing. Daniel Handler really has his own style, and he can really work it.

The novel read as a stream of consciousness, as a person thinking and feeling without the filters of editing and proper grammar.

Some of the passages were so poetic, so well constructed, that I reread them. I never highlight things, never take notes while reading, but I did with this book. It was so deserving. The plot can also not be forgotten. We are all aware, even before the book has started, that the two main characters will be splitting up.

But I found myself searching for hope that maybe they could make it work, searching for loopholes. Even though I knew exactly where the plot was going, could even guess a bit of the ending, it still had me excited and intrigued. Finally, the realism of this book. In a lot of ways it is instalove, but done ironically. In a lot of YA novels instalove isn't done on purpose.. In this, however, the instalove was bold and true. It was the reason that they had to break up. Because it's instalove.

It isn't real. The characters too, had so many flaws that you don't often get to see with YA novels. I hated them sometimes, but relished in their flaws. I loved this book. I enjoyed every moment of it. It had it's setbacks of course, there were several times when I was quite confused, not understanding what was going on, misinterpreting. But I think that might have been a bit on purpose.

You can't understand everything. What I do know is that I loved this book. Loved it loved it loved it. I did not finish this book. Nor, do I have any intention of doing so. I don't pretend to be an expert on Lemony Snicket or whoever. I did not read that 'series of unfortunate events' series and frankly, never plan on doing so, either. But I can say, that this author, has-theoretically-disappointed me.

It's not that the plot was bad It's just that I didn't like the main characters. I didn't like how every little thing of every thing someone did had to be wry, sarcastic or overly angsty. I didn't like um Something generic like that. I didn't like the narratror, either which I think is important, don't you? Wasn't her name Miranda or something?

I don't know. I can't remember anyone's name. But I suppose that doesn't really matter. Because I did NOT finish this book. I've had it for what feels like years and it's cost me an arm and leg 4 bucks at the library. And for what? Thirty pages worth of complaining?