Einfach zu lesen, amüsant, relatable und auch schwere Themen

Es hat zwar nur 254 Seiten, was sie schnell lesen sollte, dem war für mich aber nicht so, auch wenn es wirklich lustig war und mich häufig zum schmunzeln gebracht hat, lies es sich nicht so schön flüssig lesen, so das man das Gefühl hatte durch Seiten förmich zu fliegen.

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Einfach ein Lieblingsbuch!

Very similar to a blunt joke that just makes you laugh and forget the world's problems for a moment, [b:Tschick] had something relieving for me. I love that it doesn't try to be profound; it’s just a cute and wholesome road-trip story that captures two facets beautifully: the insecurity of pre-adolescent boys and that carefree, 2008-ish Angela Merkel "let-your-nuts-hang" era vibe in Germany. Tschick is a Russian boy and new in Maik's class, and the way he is introduced made me fall in love with him instantly. When the teacher tries to get him to tell the class something about himself, he just refuses by simply answering every question with a "No." Later, when Maik tells Tschick to follow traffic rules in their stolen car, Tschick just replies, "Are you gay?". In that single sentence lies exactly this male fragility, but also the imprudence of the pre-social-media era. Not a smartphone in sight, just people living in the moment... and doing really stupid shit like stealing a car. Maybe Boys nowadays are still exactly like this, we just want to pretend like they are not. While this book has aged politically very badly, I liked how non-judgmental Herrndorf is towards this time—for example, he shows how casually Maik deals with his mother's alcoholism. It’s apparent that Herrndorf didn't want to preach that "back in the days everything was better." Instead, he simply states: "This is exactly how it was," and he does it in such a fun way. Halfway through the book, I caught myself thinking: I don't want this story to end. I could read another 200 pages simply because I loved the dynamic between Maik and Tschick so much. They aren't hanging around with each other because they are friends, but because they don't have anyone else and anything else to do. I’m a bit unsure if I loved this book so much because I could relate to it and it mirrored my own youth... I was exactly like this at that age: running from the police, hiding in a tool shed for hours, and jumping between the panic of "Oh no, my life is completely ruined" and the thrill of "But it would also be kind of cool if the police showed up tomorrow and escorted me out of the classroom in front of the whole school." Maybe there is something underlying in this book that is more universal.