“Panic has a salty taste. It’s like I’m standing in a small glass tank and the tank is filling up with water… There’s no way out of the tank. All I can do is wait as the water surrounds me. I stretch my neck up for that last bit of air. I’m gasping. And then, when I can barely catch my breath, it stops. The water recedes, always. I never end up drowning, but it doesn’t matter. The feeling of almost drowning is even worse than actually drowning. Actual drowning is peace. Almost drowning is pure pain.”
Let me preface this review by saying that despite Dear Evan Hansen being at the top of my must-see musical list, I’ve never actually known the full synopsis, or fully worked out the storyline from listening to the soundtrack. SO, when the angels at Penguin Children’s sent out a copy of their new novel adaptation by Val Emmich*, with Steven Levenson, Benj Pasek and Justin Paul, it’s safe to say it was the best bit of book mail I’ve EVER had. You know the excitement is real when you give yourself a paper-cut trying to get it out of the envelope and absorb those all important words into your brain as speedily as possible.