Eleanor & Park. (Book Hangover)

Oh my gosh.

Oh my gosh.

Oh my gosh.



Okay. Okay, Erin. Take a deep breath. Calm yourself. Curl up tighter in the blankets. Stop freaking out. BUT HOW CAN I? I’ve seen Rainbow Rowell’s Eleanor and Park cropping up everywhere, and several people told me I had to read it. So, I did. I did it. I went to the bookstore, I headed over to the YA aisle, and I bought this book. And now I’m just staring out at the window, like ‘what even is this life?’

It was good. No, it was really good. I’m not going to write a review about this book since so many other people have that I feel like everyone in the world but me has read this book. But can I just say this? If you haven’t, do it. If you are over the age of fifteen, read this book. If you are over the age of fifty, still read this book. It caught me right in the feels. It makes you think, and it makes you want to listen to good music, and it makes you wonder about the horrible people in this world, and about the great people in this world, and the people caught in-between. It was so good that I even got a little book hangover from it. Not as much as my utmost favorite series (which is like having not one, but two Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters) but definitely some shots-after-shots action going on with this on.

If you don’t already know, a book hangover is when you finish an amazing book, then return to the “real” world, only to find that you’re still actually living in that book. It can be the best feeling in the world, but it’s also often the worst. Anyways, Eleanor and Park definitely fit the bill. I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t.

But the worst thing is, this isn’t an uncommon occurrence. In fact, I’ve found that this book hangover feeling has been happening more and more often. So much, even, that I’ve come to a realization. It takes my upmost strength to say this, and I hope that you don’t judge me.

But, guys…

I think I’m a bookaholic.


It’s not recreational anymore. I don’t think it ever was. I have a problem. And I hope that problem never goes away.


What about you? Have you finished a book (or series) recently that gave you a book hangover? How long did it take you to de-immerse yourself from that book? Let me know in the comments below! Perhaps it’ll take my mind off of Eleanor and Park.