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On the first day of Lillian's summer-before-college, she gets a message on her cell from her sort-of friend, Penny. Not only has Penny faked her own kidnapping, but Lil is the only one who figures it out. She knows that Penny's home life has been rough, and that her boyfriend may be abusive. Soon, Penny's family, the local police, and even the FBI are grilling Lil, and she decides to head out to Oregon, where Penny has mentioned an acquaintance. And who better to road-trip across the country with than Lil's BFF, ...
On the first day of Lillian's summer-before-college, she gets a message on her cell from her sort-of friend, Penny. Not only has Penny faked her own kidnapping, but Lil is the only one who figures it out. She knows that Penny's home life has been rough, and that her boyfriend may be abusive. Soon, Penny's family, the local police, and even the FBI are grilling Lil, and she decides to head out to Oregon, where Penny has mentioned an acquaintance. And who better to road-trip across the country with than Lil's BFF, Josh. But here's the thing: Lil loves Josh. And Josh doesn't want to "ruin" their amazing friendship.
Josh has a car and his dad's credit card. Lil has her cellphone and a hunch about where Penny is hiding. There's something else she needs to find: Are she and Josh meant to be together?
A 2008-2009 Indie Next Selection
A road trip from Chicago to Portland, Ore., in a Chevy Eurosport with Dad's credit card for expenses makes for a mildly enjoyable summer read.
The trip's not really about Lillian's stated need to find Penny, who might have faked her own kidnapping.No, it's more about spending time with best friend Josh, who has never shown any romantic interest in Lillian, and enjoying a little freedom after graduation from high school and before the reality of college. Both Josh and Lillian enjoy the peculiar, and they aren't afraid to indulge their whims. As they proceed from the House on the Rock to various museums and roadside highlights such as Wall Drug, the two find themselves struggling with Lillian sexual attraction for the uninterested Josh.Through it all, Josh and Lillian manage to let their quest for Penny, who is less a friend than an obligation, keep them on the road and moving forward. The dialogue sounds true without being crude and repetitive, and readers will enjoy narrator Lillian's sharp wit. Credibility issues—the lack of financial limitations, miraculously blasé parents and the relative lack of interest from the authorities regarding Penny's whereabouts—keep this closer to fantasy than anything deeper.
There is enough weirdness in this lighthearted road trip to keep it entertaining, although there is not quite enough depth or suspense to make it rise above the average.(Fiction. 14 & up)
DON’T STOP NOW (CHAPTER ONE)
I did it,” Penny’s voice whispers on my voicemail. Confused, I push the button to replay. “I did it.” That’s all she said. According to Robot Phone Woman Time Keeper, Penny called at exactly 4:47 a.m., a rather unacceptable time to call anyone on a Saturday morning, and most certainly not on the Saturday morning after the Friday that was our last day of high school EVER. Because it is the first Saturday of the rest of our lives, finally past all of the clique clack crud of high school, I allow myself to sleep past my mother’s acceptable sleep hour of exactly 11:59 (“At least it’s still morning”) until 1:43 in the afternoon. Which makes me approximately nine hours too late to stop Penny.
How did it become my responsibility to help this pathetic soul anyway? We weren’t ever friends until this past year, and even then only by default. I had no choice really, unless I wanted to be a total hag by not asking her to join us at the Lunch Table of Misfit Toys, dubbed so by our paltry group of seniors in lunch period 8, who were so placed because we chose not to stress ourselves out with AP classes, resulting in a more pliable schedule for the admin to have their way with. Instead of the race for the maximum number of AP credits possible, I selected some easy, breezy in de pen dent studies of things I actually enjoy doing, like Creative Writing and Photo. Why bother with the AP BS anyway? So you can graduate college early? No thanks. I breezed through my senior year like I plan to breeze through this summer, living off the fat of the land that is my bat mitzvah savings, and just chilling out. No worries. Or at least, that was the plan.
“I did it.” Who leaves a message like that? Who is so paranoid that they have to be so cryptic? If this wasn’t day one of my Summer of Nothing, I might be in a hurry to figure this out. But first: breakfast. Or lunch, really. Snack? Lack, or lunk maybe. It is a bowl of cereal, what ever it is. I like to fancy myself a cereal connoisseur. Today, slightly out of it and in need of substance and energy, I mix some Frosted Mini-Wheats with Cookie Crisp, and throw in a few Craisins for fruit and texture. I shake up the skim milk, splash it on, toss around the cereal pieces with a spoon to make sure each piece is coated with milk, and plant myself in front of the computer. Then I second-guess it. Maybe I don’t want my lunk interrupted by the possibility of more Penny drivel waiting on the other side of the screen, so I flip on the TV instead. An actual video is on MTV. Hip-hop or rap or something. Not my scene. But I can’t help wishing I had a butt like that girl in the video. I wonder how she buys jeans, though.
“I did it.” It’s like Penny’s voice is floating out of my cereal from between the flakes and the crisps. How did she say it? It wasn’t urgent or terrified, like someone calling 911 from under her bed as she waits for a killer to enter her room, nor was it excited or light or distracted or a million other adjectives I can think of. She just sounded flat, like the only reason she left the message at all was to keep a record of her existence.
Before I call Penny, you know, just to clarify things, I decide to call my best friend, Josh. Although, if there’s one person who can outsleep me, it’s him, and I say this from experience. Sadly the experience is due to the fact that he and I are so platonic that his dad and my mom could give a ratturd if I sleep at his house or he sleeps at mine. On the couch, of course. So damn pathetic, then, that I am so madly in love with him. Cliché, touché, but true. I’ve spent four years waiting for something to happen between us that is more than just sharing a toothbrush when he forgets to bring his own. This summer is the last chance, before I head off to college and he heads off to tour Europe with his band or records the Next Big Thing album he always talks about or possibly moves to Saskatoon to hunt moose. He doesn’t know where he’ll go, but it sure isn’t college. And it’s most definitely not in any way, shape, or form dependent on anything I do or anywhere I go. But, damn, I wish it was.
I decide to try and wake him. The phone only rings twice before Josh picks up.
“Heeeyyyy.” He sounds awake and happy to see me on the caller ID, which gives my stomach a buzz. I remember once at school when I was talking to some randomer, and Josh came out of the bathroom, me not expecting to see him there because he had Español at the time, and this randomer, upon seeing the two of us see each other, said, “It’s like you guys haven’t seen each other in weeks. That’s how happy you look.” And I thought, Him, too?
“Good afternoon, sir. May I interest you in a pointless quest?” Josh and I like to go for long walks or drives with fake purposes and dub them quests. Once we spent an entire afternoon “looking for love in all the wrong places,” like that super-lame old country song. We looked under rocks, at Ben & Jerry’s, in the sand box at Stroger Park. I thought maybe, just maybe, he’d get the hint that love was standing right next to him in a cute pair of cut-off s, but Josh seemed to miss that somehow.
“I’ll meet you at Stroger in twenty. And I hope you don’t mind, but I have evening stink.” Josh isn’t much of a fan of showering on a regular basis, which may put off some, but I prefer his sleep smell to some covered-up soap smell any day.
I finish my cereal, drop the bowl in the sink, and tug on a blue bra, blue T-shirt, and jean shorts. Some days I like to be monochromed, just for the hell of it. I brush my teeth, tug my chin-length golden brown hair into a nub of a ponytail, shuffle my way into a pair of flip-flops, and I’m out the door.
The air smells free. Free from class schedules and guidance counselors and hallway politics. High school hell is over.
“I did it.” Damn that message. Damn Penny for glomming her way into my life. I wish I didn’t care. It’s messing with my new freedom vibe.
Three blocks away is Stroger Park, big when I was little and little now that I’m, well, big. Two regular swings, a tire swing, two baby swings, a slide, a wall climb, some monkey bars, and plenty of woodchips to stick in your flip-flops. I always wondered, Why the woodchips? It seemed like there would be more woodchip-in-the-eye accidents than woodchips-as-saviors-for-falling-children incidents. Or maybe I just missed them because I was too busy, you know, being a kid.
Josh hangs upside down from the monkey bars, shirtless (as is his summer look), his self-cut, shoulder-length brown hair dangling below him. I try not to ogle, but, damn, he looks amazing without a shirt. How do guys get to look so good without exercising or eating well at all? He’s skinny, but not too skinny, and all nice and defined. I exhale a platonic sigh.
“Hey, Lil,” he calls and swings himself off the bars, stumbling onto the woodchips. Even graceless, he’s gorgeous. “You smell that?” he asks as I approach him, and I sit down on the metal ladder to the monkey bars.
“Well, what do you expect when you don’t shower?” I ask. “No.” He chuckles in his slow, slack way. He grabs the high bar closest to me and hangs himself so he can easily kick my knees with his ratty black Chucks. “Not me.” He takes a huge sniff of air. “That. That smell. The rest of our lives.” He grins big and I grin bigger. Our lives are going somewhere away from here. Like Penny, I remember.
“I got a message. This morning. From Penny.”
“Poor little lamb.” Josh always teases me about Penny because I befriended her out of pity, but he plays along, too. We’re both too nice to let her go it alone. “What’d she say?” he asks me, still hanging.
I ignore the shoes on my knees. “‘I did it.’” I look up at him and whisper it the same way she whispered to my voicemail.
“Did what?” he asks, but not curious enough. “It?” He laughs, although we both know she did it a long time ago, thanks to the pregnancy scare aftermath I had to clean up.
“She told me she was going to do something the other night, before graduation. Only I was just half listening, and you know how morose she can be. Sometimes I just need to block her out if I want to have a bit of fun.”
Josh nods and lets the flappy rubber of his messed-up shoe tug on my knee. “So what did she do?” He’s more interested now, and now that I’ve got an audience for the story, so am I.
“If I heard her right…” I pause, adding to the tension of the tale I’m about to begin. “Well.” Quizzical look. Pause. “I think she may have faked her own kidnapping.”
I hate gym class. I hate wearing this hideous green, too-thin, too-short, too-cold uniform. It stinks. My bad for not taking it home, but I don’t even want it to touch my backpack. No one comes near me anyway, so what does it matter. I just wish these shorts weren’t so short. Did the makeup cover that purple spot on my leg enough? God, I hope so. I hope no one asks about it. Not like they will.
I wish the boys’ gym classes were sharing the gym with us today. No, I don’t. I look gross today. Bloated. Must be getting my period. I hope I’m getting my period. God, I hope I get it this time. I don’t want Gavin to see me in these shorts. The bruise. Maybe he should see it. No. That might make him mad. Like I’m showing someone. Good thing the boys aren’t in here. I’ll just sit on the bleachers and hope Dr. Warren doesn’t force me to play basketball. Usually if I make a pathetic enough face, she leaves me alone. What is she a doctor of, anyway? Basketball. Did she really go to medical school to just become a gym teacher? Oh, god. She’s coming. She wants me to play. She wants me to be on the blue team. I hate the mesh smocks. Who knows who wore this before me?
The blue team. At least there are some nicer people on it. Not those bitches who always laugh at me in the locker room. And in the hall. When I interrupt them talking to Gavin. What business do they have talking to Gavin? I would kill them all if I didn’t know that Gavin loves me more than he could ever love anyone else. That’s what he tells me. He wouldn’t lie.
This girl Lillian is on the blue team. She’s so pretty. So tall. I wish I looked like her. I bet Gavin does, too. I bet she doesn’t have a single problem in the world. Isn’t she dating that guy Josh? He’s so sweet to her in the halls. Arms around her. They look perfect together. Perfect height. Perfect bodies. Perfect lives. I wish I were her.
DON’T STOP NOW Copyright © 2011 by Julie Halpern.
Posted April 15, 2012
After reading The Story Siren’s review, I was very excited to get my hands on this book.
The verdict? Disappointment. I was expecting a light summer read, which admittedly, I got, but what I was not expecting was the bombardment of materialist and consumerist advertisements of half the tourist attractions in the USA.
I’d just get a travel guide if I were you.
Sure, in the beginning it was cute but by the end I felt I knew more about the fun places of America than the supposed couple/best friends. I don’t remember any character development. I don’t remember having any empathy for the main characters. I certainly don’t remember any romance for 99% of the whole book. The smidgen of actual romance that (finally) appeared was so weak it was quite pathetic and lasted so short it was a relief when it ended.
I closed the book with not a little bit of frustration, because I loved the sound of the premise. The idea of best friends falling in love might not be original but the idea of a road trip held promise. Sadly, the bizarre ending and the lack of any real character development or conflict throughout the book ruined it for me.
Posted September 22, 2011
Lillian tried to help Penny, but she didn't think she'd actually fake her own kidnapping. When she does, Lil has to deal with all sorts of people trying to find information...Penny's parents, the police, even the FBI. Now, Lil is on a road trip with her best friend, Josh, to try and find Penny. She believes she's in Oregon...but they have to get there first. DON'T STOP NOW had an interesting premise. How bad can a person have it to fake their own kidnapping? I liked that you got a look inside Penny's head at the end of some of the chapters. These are thoughts from previous moments, though. You don't know what's happening in her present life until Lil and Josh find her. And then what happens? I do like the idea of road trip books. I learned about some different landmarks in the various states the duo traveled in. One of the things that felt a bit overdone was the relationship between Lil and Josh. Lil loves Josh, but he just wants to be BFFs. However, I liked that Halpern made Josh real. He wasn't all suave and perfect. He had bad habits, immature ideas, and he wasn't always the "catch" you would think Lil would want. But he was her friend and he was there for her. Although this wasn't my absolute favorite read of the year, it's still a pretty good contemporary YA read.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 28, 2012
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Posted June 22, 2011
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