Eleanor and Park
This was breathtaking, beautiful. From the punk rock to cassette tapes to the classic mean girls to the almost-there-not-quite kissing scenes, I loved every bit of it. The characters were real, flawed; I could them perfectly. Usually, I swoon over literary guys. I mean, really, it's bad, but this one was different. Don't get me wrong. I loved Park. I loved him, but he is Eleanor's. He was Eleanor's. They are each other's. No one -nothing- in this whole world can come between them. They are beautiful.
