Myracle, Lauren. ttyl. New York: Amulet, 2004.
I couldn't even finish this book. I read 10-15 pages at a time before bed until finally giving up. The entire novel was written as instant messages between three friends. There is no narrative to break it up, all you get is the instant messages. There is no description, just all dialogue. It gets old fast. I thought I would like it, but I don't.
I can deal with this book being written like real teens write instant messages. I can deal with no capitalization. I can deal with the acronyms. But, I would like some decent dialogue since that is all there is. My favorite line is *superflyingtacklepounce*. Brilliant. Not. Perhaps I am just getting crotchety in my old age but I don't think teens would like this book either and I can't see it holding anyone's attention for more than 15 minutes at a time.