Delightfully bawdy and dark. (Sidebar: Bawdy is such a good word. In fact, I stole it from one of the back cover blurbs because it really is the perfect word to describe Me and Earl and the Dying Girl.) Jesse Andrews has written something that feels like the crass slacker older brother to The Fault in Our Stars, sort of like the Jack Black to Colin Hanks in Orange County. Gosh, I love that movie. "Sean! You're my same height. That is neat." ANYHOW. The book didn't completely win me over, but man, was it funny. Occasionally thoughtful, too. Earl was great, Rachel was perfect, Greg (the titular "Me") was just alright, but that was kind of the point. 
 {3.5 stars}