Ouran High School Host Club, Vol. 17 by Bisco HatoriLet me start out by saying that i will be writing one review for this manga. At first i had watched the anime that was adapted from this manga and i fell in love with the characters. It is a funny, cheesy kinda gender-bender romantic plot.
Compared to the anime, the manga had far more details and other stories involved.
Ok enough with the anime.
As i mentioned before the plot is a comedy, cheesy romantic, gender-bender...
Haruhi is a scholarship student at an exclusive rich high school called Ouran High School. While trying to find a quiet classroom to study in she happens to open the doors to the music room, where she was presented with the appearance of 6 handsome male students that used the room for their club Ouran High School Host Club.
Because of her appearance at the time(her fathers baggy shirt, big nerdy glasses and a short messy hair style) they thought she was a boy. So as they started teasing her of being gay, during her escape she smashed a very pricey vase. Due to this accident to pay off her debt she had to become the clubs dog(to do the chores).
The president soon sees her without glasses and with a few changes to her hair and wardrobe she is quickly added to the host club members.In the first volume they find out that she really is a girl but they decided not to tell anyone because she wanted to work off her debt.
Her being a girl changes the way the club members act around her. They go through a lot of adventures trying to conceal the truth about her sex, protecting her.. Some of the members fall in love with her, but thats for you readers to find out...
I have to say that through this manga you can see the difference in social status of a rich person and a poor person. What difficulties and hardships they have to overcome.
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