What a bizarre time the eighties must have been! Reading this I felt like a cultural anthropologist from some far off space culture. Only when I was crammed into my tiny rocket launcher the bright, shiny utopia I was aiming for was instead replaced by an emergency crash landing on a strange, tiny strip of land where all the natives were speaking in a language that I'm sure they imagined was too hip for words and were busy obsessing over foot wear. You might think the last part is completely non-sequitur to the story but apparently the author didn't think so. One of the most important messages I've walked away from this book with is just how important, and I mean absolutely life shatteringly, balls to the walls, hang your head, make or break you important to never - EVER - wear socks with your loafers. The people back at data intelligence will be ever so pleased with the notes I'm taking.
So yes, it's not a perfect book. It gets obsessed over small details that it liked to repeat over and over again. Ok, ok we get it - Andie's mother likes PINK, when we wear loafers if we want to be cool we must never ever wear socks, Duckie has small feel in big shoes. I will admit the last one was pretty funny though. Unlike some movie novelizations this one didn't aim to be darker or more edgier than its counter part and it kept the tone quite even throughout the entirety of the plot which I'll admit was nice.
And since it seems there's a lot of hype over this I will say that yes, the book had a different ending, and yes I liked it a whole lot more. Her choosing Duckie over Blane at the end had a ring of genuine romance to it that the other movie ending never did and seemed to make more sense in how it fitted into the story line. And for that alone this book is worth reading.