It's not often that I am at a loss for words. Ask anyone. However, here I am searching for just. the. right. ones. moments after reading WILL GRAYSON, WILL GRAYSON by John Green and David Levithan (yes, that's right, two times the awesome) due in April of 2010 from Dutton. All the cliches swim in my brain: it is about love (and it is about love, truly, it is) and being fully human and, thus, flawed but potentially awesome. It is about friendship and how that relationship is fraught with so many pivotal and terrifying moments where it can all go wrong. It is about celebrating and Broadway and football and swing sets and the White Sox.
I know for sure that readers will meet two young men named Will Grayson whose lives connect one night in a place neither ever expected to be. And they will meet Tiny, a giant of a teen who will bore into their brains and hearts and, I hope, souls. They'll sit in an empty dugout and share the great secrets of humanity. They will meet these young men (and Maura and Jane and some of the greatest parents ever to grace YA fiction) and they will want to stay with them even beyond the end of the book (because the story does go on from there, it has to). And I hope they will struggle for words when they reach those last pages. What they will not struggle for, though, are the emotional connections they have made with this remarkable story.
Green and Levithan, in what must have been a Vulcan mind meld, have combined their considerable talents and created something that grew to be larger than the sum of its parts. Look for this book, friends, when it pubs. It is one I suspect we will be talking about a great deal.