“We Are Still Tornadoes” Book Review

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We Are Still Tornadoes by Michael Kun & Susan Mullen

Pages: 304 (Hardcover)

Published: by St. Martin’s Griffin November 1st 2016

Genre: YA, Contemporary, Romance


Links: Goodreads/Amazon

Overall rating: 4/5 stars

Disclaimer: I received a free copy of this book from Netgalley, but that does not have a sway in my reviews. I am a human being with thoughts of her own, and I am not obligated to automatically give this book five stars.


The Review

This story told in epistolary form seemed to be a story of revelation. It is about the exchanges between two best friends, Scott and Cath, and the unveilings of abstract concepts such as love, hurt, grief, etc. told through breakups, family deaths, and divorce.

From start to finish, each letter uncovered or pieced together main plot points that would usually be told through scene. For example, instead of seeing the actual events unfold as Scott visits Cath in North Carolina, Cath writes something along the lines of “Why did you have to make out with my roommate and why did you have to start a fight with Walter?” As the reader, I may not see the physical elements involved with the particular moment, but the epistolary format is one that opened my imagination. I was able to visualize a rocker boy who wears jeans and t-shirts arguing with a pompous frat boy. Maybe my idea of Scott and Walter is different from how the authors visualize them, but the way they chose to write this story makes it seem as if they want the reader to take more from the situations and the emotions rather than the physicality of the characters.

The story isn’t about race nor is it about gender. It is a story that delves into human emotions and anyone can be Scott and Cath. That is the true beauty of this novel. People will experience hurt and love. People will experience joy and sorrow, and We Are Still Tornadoes captures those feelings.

As a young adult and as a human being, I believe that this book was able to delve into human nature. It isn’t profound like a Sylvia Plath novel, but it has a depth to it that people would connect to. And isn’t that a reason why we read? To feel and to connect to something deeper than ourselves?




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