Author: Leila Sales
Publisher: Simon Pulse
Release Date: October 5th 2010
Format: Hardcover (money well wasted)
The higher you aim, the farther you fall….
It’s Violet’s junior year at the Westfield School. She thought she’d be focusing on getting straight As, editing the lit mag, and figuring out how to talk to boys without choking on her own saliva. Instead, she’s just trying to hold it together in the face of cutthroat academics, her crush’s new girlfriend, and the sense that things are going irreversibly wrong with her best friend, Katie.
When Katie starts making choices that Violet can’t even begin to fathom, Violet has no idea how to set things right between them. Westfield girls are trained for success—but how can Violet keep her junior year from being one huge, epic failure?
Lauren Oliver called this book "brilliant" and "poignant." At this point, I'm seriously doubting her sanity. It's actually really funny how bad this book is.
The problem with this book isn't that it's stupid -- the problem is that it's stupid. The girls sit there during class and make lists of who is a virgin and who's not and how far they've gone. The first chapter (if you can even call what the book is written in "chapters") is a pointles five-page rant about a dumb teacher who went through college and other related life shit. The protag's best friend who is even dumber than she is says to get into his fraternity, he had to drink "a whole keg of beer." And I thought Kayla from the House of Night series was retarded -- she's nothing compared to the people in this book.
In the near forty-five pages I read, there was no conflict at all. She was blabbing on and on about her ever-so-interesting past and other related and retarded incidents she had with her BFF.
This is the first page:
My Junior Year To-Do List,
by Violet Tunis
1) Get a perfect score on my PSATs.
2) Get A-minuses or better in all my classes.
3) Do many awesome projects with Katie. (Note: Projects must be awesomer than anything we did last year.)
4) Improve this school's literary magazine. At least to the point where I don't have to pretend like I am not really the editor, like the editor is someone else who happens to share my name (huge coincidence).
5) Pass my driving test.
6) Maybe become famous for something, so that people everywhere will know and respect me?
7) Make Scott Walsk fall in love with me.
This list pretty much comprises the entire book, or at least the small fraction of it I could tolerate reading. As you can see in this list, there is no conflict AT ALL. Whoever approved the publication of this book has serious delusions about what makes a good book.
I'm also pretty sure no high school sex ed teacher in the world makes you say the word "vagina" over and over to get more comfortable with it. Pretty sure.
And now, a bonus questionnaire:
Choose the answer, A or B, that best suits you. Make sure you completely fill in the bubble next to your answer of choice.
1. Would you rather:
O A. have a best friend who thinks it is physically possible to drink an entire keg of beer
O B. have a best friend that has a brain?
2. Would you rather:
O A. write lists during class about which girls in your grade have had sex
O B. listen to your teacher?
3. Would you rather:
O A. whine perpetually about how debutante season is retarded and how you weren't invited but subconsciously wish you did
O B. save five pages?
If you answered A to any of the above questions, this book is for you (and you're certifiably insane)!
With all sanity in check, I can with absolute certainty give this book
One Half Owl.