I expected more from this modern classic. Even if Hinton wrote it when she was sixteen, that doesn’t discount the issues pertaining to pacing and exposition and the paper-thin characters. It read like a rough draft of a manuscript rather than a complete work. Where I was meant to feel sad or annoyed, I felt nothing. I also couldn’t relate to the greasers. Was I truly supposed to sympathize with them or rationalize their various “rumbles”? Every scene was missing the descriptions and requisite tension, making it read like a screenplay rather than a novel.