I just reread NICK AND NORAH'S INFINITE PLAYLIST. For how much I go on about it, you may be surprised that this was only my second read.

I still adore Nick more than I have ever adored a teenage boy -- fictional or otherwise.  (Okay, kidding about the "otherwise" part.  I'm sure I adored certain real-life teenage boys even more.  Back when I was a teenager, I mean.)

I still loathe Norah for the first half of the book and resent her taking away my Nick time.  But then I grudgingly grow to like her before it's all over.

I am still convinced that Michael Cera cannot possibly be my Nick! 

And yet, I know that I'll see the movie.  BECAUSE I WON'T BE ABLE TO STOP MYSELF.