Fancy White Trash [NOOK Book]

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Finding love is simple with the One True Love Plan. ?If only life were as easy as your sisters.? Abby's heard that one before. And it's true ?Shelby and Kait aren't exactly prim and proper. Abby is determined not to follow in their footsteps, so she has created the One True Love Plan. The most important part of the plan is Rule #1: Find Someone New. This means finding a guy who hasn't already dated Shelby or Kait. But when Abby starts falling for the possible father of Kait's baby, she has to figure out if some ...
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Overview

Finding love is simple with the One True Love Plan. ?If only life were as easy as your sisters.? Abby's heard that one before. And it's true ?Shelby and Kait aren't exactly prim and proper. Abby is determined not to follow in their footsteps, so she has created the One True Love Plan. The most important part of the plan is Rule #1: Find Someone New. This means finding a guy who hasn't already dated Shelby or Kait. But when Abby starts falling for the possible father of Kait's baby, she has to figure out if some rules are meant to be broken. This debut novel, a modern comedy of errors, is as lighthearted and irreverant as its title.






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Publishers Weekly

When a family fight breaks out in the front yard, Abby Savage is next door with a friend who can't avert his gaze. "He has that look in his eyes that explains exactly why Jerry Springer has been on the air for so long," Abby says, with a wry detachment that characterizes her determination to break the Savage family pattern. Her mother is pregnant, (probably) by Steve the Guitar Player, who has also dated Abby's sisters, one of whom is also pregnant, also possibly by Steve. Abby's refuge is best friend and neighbor Cody, a gay teen in denial. She is trying mightily to not fall in love with Jackson, Cody's older brother, the other possible father of her sister's baby. A big soap opera fan, Abby views her life comically through a lens that includes amnesia, babies switched at birth and True Love. The humor bubbles consistently; note that the unsavory adults, underage drinking and harassment of gays (Cody is pelted with "butt plugs" at the homecoming dance) push this first novel to an older readership. Ages 12-up. (May)

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KLIATT - Aimee Cole
Abby's life resembles a soap opera in more ways than she'd like. Her parents are divorced, and her mom has married a much younger "guitar player" and is pregnant again. Her 21-year-old sister is a divorced and distracted mother living at home, while her other sister is a senior who claims to be pregnant by her stepfather. Abby's dad is undergoing his third divorce and to top it all off, her best friend Colby is teased viciously at school since everyone thinks he's gay but he won't admit it. Dealing with this chaos, Abby is herself nursing a broken heart. Luckily, she has learned key rules from the soaps that will help her escape this tragically dramatic lifestyle. Most of the rules involve avoiding Jackson, who was her boyfriend until she found out he could possibly be the father of her sister's baby. Abby copes with it all, drawing on Colby's help as they make their way through the school year. Colby does come out and Jackson returns to town as a supposedly reformed guy pursuing her once again. An honest view of a broken family, as Abby learns that understanding and love are possible even in her "trashy" life. Reviewer: Aimee Cole
VOYA - Stephanie Petruso
Abby Savage is determined to be different from her mother and sisters. The Savage women are beautiful but notorious for being trashy. Her mother married a much younger man who also dated both of Abby's sisters and is probably the father of one sister's baby. Now Abby's mother is pregnant with his child as well. In order to guarantee herself a different life, Abby develops rules for finding the perfect boyfriend based on her observations and the soap operas she adores. Among them are "Find Someone New," because she will not date anyone who has dated her sisters, and "Get Out of Town," because soap characters are happiest the years they do not appear on the show. Unfortunately Abby cannot dictate her love, and she finds herself falling for her neighbor Jackson-who happens to be the other possible father of her sister's baby. The Savage family is amusing, but their actions can sometimes border on the ridiculous. Luckily first-time novelist Geerling tempers the comedy with Abby's best friend, Cody. Cody is Abby's confidante and the person who knows her best. She supports him as he finds the strength to admit that he is gay. Their relationship gives the novel its depth. Some of the jokes and story lines run a little long. More careful editing would have resulted in a better book. Overall, though, it is an enjoyable weekend read that teen chick-lit fans will devour. Reviewer: Stephanie Petruso
School Library Journal

Gr 8 Up

Fifteen-year-old Abby Savage has always thought of herself as the "normal" one in a household that more closely resembles a soap-opera cast than a real family. It's the summer before sophomore year, and, with her best friend Cody's help, Abby is determined to follow her One True Love Plan (formulated to avoid the mistakes of her sisters Shelby and Kait). Then Mom announces that she is pregnant by her new husband, Steve, a younger man who also happens to be the father of Kait's unborn child. Things become even more complicated when Cody's older brother, Jackson, returns home. Last spring, Abby thought she was falling in love with him, but she now distances herself because she's obsessed by the possibility that he could be the father of Kait's child (Kait dated Jackson before Steve). This somewhat farcical account of the Savage women is told in a witty, toned-down Meg Cabot style. The novel moves breathlessly from one family drama to the next-often in front of the neighbors-and touches on some heavy topics along the way, most notably Cody's attempt to come out of the closet. While there's no fairy-tale ending, the story's central romantic conflict is tied up a bit too tidily. Still, the likable main character and fast-paced storytelling will appeal to fans of Aimee Friedman's The Year My Sister Got Lucky (Scholastic, 2008) and Meg Cabot's Pants on Fire (HarperCollins, 2007).-Amy S. Pattee, Simmons College, Boston

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781440631542
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 5/15/2008
  • Sold by: Penguin Group
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 935,095
  • Age range: 12 years
  • File size: 372 KB

Meet the Author

Marjetta Geerling is an elementary school teacher. This is her first novel. She lives in Miami Beach, Florida.
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There are five rules for falling in love. I figured them

out from watching my sisters and a lot of daytime television. There’s wisdom in soap operas, especially the ones that have been around longer than most of us have been alive. I’ve paid attention, taken notes, and pooled all this accumulated knowledge into what I like to call my One True Love Plan.

Don’t laugh. Believe me, if you’d watched two older, boy- crazy sisters totally bungle their love lives, you’d have a plan, too. If your mom divorced your dad then married him again, then left him again, and then married your sister’s guitar instructor, you’d be extra careful about commitments. If your eighteen-year-old sister, only three years older than you, was pregnant with your oldest sister’s ex-boyfriend’s baby, you’d be saving it for Mr. Right. And you’d know that Mr. Right had not already dated one of your sisters.

That’s why Rule #1 is Find Someone New. But at Union High, it is impossible to Find Someone New. We have all been together since our moms gave birth to us at the Cottonwood Medical Center. Because back then, there was only one hospital in Cottonwood, Arizona, like there was only one elementary school, one middle school, one movie theater . . . you get the picture.

By ninth grade, everyone had already dated everyone else— or if they hadn’t, there was a real good reason. Like Carolyn Schmitz’s weird, drooly laugh or Lucas Fielding’s lazy eye. Or like me, who was Not Into Boys after seeing exactly what giving birth looks like, thanks to my oldest sister’s insistence that we all be present for the “miracle” of her daughter Hannah’s delivery.

My sisters also went to Union High, but although they’re both past their eighteenth birthdays now, they did not go to any of the best colleges. Or any college, for that matter. Shelby, the oldest at twenty-one and Hannah’s mom, got married the week after graduation and divorced by that Christmas. Super- pregnant Kaitlyn is a senior, again. Me, I’m cruising into sophomore year with my academic butt covered and my One True Love Plan waiting to be deployed.

That’s a lot of people in not a lot of living space. Mom keeps saying we’re moving to one of those big mansions in Scottsdale, but I’m not too worried about being forced to relocate.

Although her new hubby is supposed to help with expenses, she still can barely pay the mortgage on our fake adobe five- girl, one-guy, one-bathroom house.

“Abby, phone!” Kait yells, even though she is in the same room, our room, and can see perfectly well that I’m right here. Eight months of pregnancy have not improved her personality, but she must be in a good mood because usually she hangs up on whoever asks for me.

I dog-ear the page I’m reading in Soap Digest and lunge for the phone which is, as always, on Kait’s side of the room. Kait’s idea of decorating is to bring home old movie posters from Blockbuster, where she works, which wouldn’t be so bad if she had decent taste in movies. But no, she’s got a thing for romantic comedies, especially old ones, so our room is an homage to Meg Ryan and Drew Barrymore. Hello, You’ve Got Mail and Home Fries. Kindly stay on your side of the room.

I grab the phone from Kait and flop back on my twin bed. The metal frame screeches in protest.

“Abigail Elizabeth Savage, we still on for our back-to-school shopping extravaganza tomorrow?” It’s Cody Jennings, my next-door neighbor, who likes to stress the importance of something by using my full name.

Before you get your hopes up, let me tell you that this is not one of those situations where the girl goes out with the empty-headed jock only to realize that her soul mate was living next door to her all along. Cody is gay. He hasn’t told me—or anyone—yet, but I know. When you’ve been best friends with a guy your whole life, it’s pretty easy to figure out.

“Of course we’re still on. Did you think I’d forget in the less than”—I check my Little Mermaid alarm clock for the time—“two hours since we talked about it? It’s not like I have amnesia.” Amnesia is a popular disease on daytime television. Everyone gets it at least once in their lives.

“First thing in the morning, right? Because you know I like to be there when the stores open.”

“A.M. is no problem for me. The baby starts screaming early.”

“Do not bring the baby,” Cody says. He isn’t being paranoid. Shelby has dumped the baby on us many times. That is why Rule #2 is No Baggage from Past Relationships Allowed, and that definitely includes kids. It also includes psycho exes (Shelby has two) and pets. Kait’s first boyfriend’s snake is still living in our house—literally. Sometimes I think I hear it in the walls.

“Don’t worry. I’m not babysitting tomorrow.” The baby, three-year-old Hannah, is really not so bad, but she’s not my kid—a concept Shelby has difficulty grasping.

“You’re so good with her,” Shelby always cajoles, which is actually her way of saying that she has a date that night. Shelby takes after our mom, who is, if not movie-star gorgeous, more beautiful than most women, with her shiny black hair and unusually light blue eyes. I have the same coloring but whack my hair off in uneven layers so I won’t be mistaken for one of “those Savage girls.”

“Hello?” Cody is impatient, which means I have spaced out. Thinking about my slutty sisters always sidetracks me. “I asked who’s driving us.”

This part he will not like. “My mom.”

I can actually hear his teeth grinding through the phone. “You can’t get anyone else?”

“What do you think? If you would hurry up and turn sixteen, we wouldn’t have to risk our lives this way.” Cody is three months older than I am, so he’ll get his license before me, and also a car. I will not be getting a car.

“I’m working on it. You think I’m not dreaming about the day we can hop in my convertible and hit the mall whenever we want?” Cody has been lobbying hard for the new Sebring but will be happy if he scores a used one. If not that, I’m pretty sure anything with wheels will do.

“What should I wear?” I ask him, not because he’s gay, but because he’s obsessive. Anal. Practically OCD. Which means he has strong opinions about how everything should be just so, especially when it comes to appearance. Nothing upsets him more than an outfit gone wrong. That’s why it’s easier for me to ask his opinion beforehand than to have to change everything once he sees me.

“You should wear the red tank so the bloodstains won’t be as noticeable when the paramedics pry our dead bodies out of the remains of your mom’s latest traffic accident.” Car accidents are very popular on soap operas. They’re also quite common in my family, at least when my mom is driving.

I think she has some kind of spatial-distortion/colorblindness learning disability, but she won’t admit it. The whole town knows my mom’s red “vintage” Mercedes sedan with the duct-taped plastic passenger-side window. No one parks next to her in the parking lots; no one demands right-of-way at four- way stops.

I hear the Mercedes pull into the drive. It’s not sounding too good, like maybe it has pneumonia. Hhhfft, hhhftt. Doesn’t bode well for our shopping trip tomorrow. Every part on that car costs $500 to replace, so a lot of repairs get postponed. Or overlooked altogether. When the rear bumper fell off, Mom said, “I think the car looks better without that thing anyway.” It’s got to be the white-trashiest Mercedes-Benz in the world.

“Bad news,” I say into the phone, about to warn Cody that our trip may be off due to chronic car disease, but I’m interrupted when the front door slams against the wall. Uh-oh, dramatic entrance. Something’s definitely up.

“Everyone!” my mom shrills at the top of her lungs. The Guitar Player comes running. Kait lurches to her feet, easily distracted from painting her fingernails Totally Tangerine, a completely hideous color if you ask me—which no one has, so I don’t point out how it makes her fingers look stubby. I stay stretched out on my bed and contemplate the many hairstyles of Meg and Drew.

I hear whooping and what sounds like the Guitar Player jumping up and down on the wood floors in his motorcycle boots. He has a name, but to me he’ll always be the Guitar Player, just like Dad will always be Dad.

“Pregnant?” Shelby shrieks. She’s been living with us since the divorce. Which was three years ago. Some people should get their own lives, not hang around hogging all the bathroom time.

“Pregnant?” Cody echoes on the phone. “Who, Shelby?” Whether he’s heard it through the phone or through the window, it’s hard to tell.

“Gotta go.” I hoist myself upright. “I’ll call you back with the pedigree, but I think it’s my mom.”

“Your mom? I can’t—” I hang up on him. I can’t believe it, either. Didn’t she get her tubes tied? Who has four kids nowadays? Who has their fourth kid fifteen years after the third?

Everyone is crammed into the kitchen when I get there. Although Kait shares our dark hair, she always looks the odd one out, taking after our dad with her brown eyes and stockier body. She’s the shortest, too, and since she’s not the youngest, that infuriates her. Of course, her pregnancy hormones make it so she is always furious lately. Or crying. It’s difficult to predict which way she’ll go—throwing stuff or sobbing—so I mostly try to stay out of her way.

Kait sits at our big kitchen table with the cherries-in-abowl- patterned plastic tablecloth—easier than fabric for wiping up all of Hannah’s spills—with her head in her hands. She’s biting her lip so hard, I’m afraid it might bleed. Mom and the Guitar Player are also at the table, with Hannah playing on the floor at their feet. Shelby stands apart, in front of the stainless- steel sink, with the bright sun from the window backlighting her dramatically and bringing out the cinnamon highlights she recently added to her hair.

I fold my own long body into one of the kitchen chairs. It is older than I am and creaks under my weight. I make a mental note to remember to Super Glue the crossbars back in place. You’d think the Guitar Player, as the official and only man of the house for two months now, would be in charge of the manly chores like taking out the trash and Super Gluing things together. But apparently he’s too busy getting my mom pregnant.

“It’s too early to tell”—my mom pats her flat belly—“but I just know it’s a boy.” That’s what she said about me and Hannah, too. I bet she pops out another girl. We already know Kait’s baby is a girl. Our family should buy stock in Always brand products.

“When?” I ask the only sensible question while Shelby brings up whether Connor or Dylan is a better name for a boy.

It’s not like I’m suspicious or anything, but Mom’s figure is as slim as ever. Kait lumbers to her feet, one hand under her tremendous belly, the other on the small of her back. “I’ll be in my room,” is bleeding. She she says so softly I almost don’t hear. Her lip wipes at it with a fist and, eyes down, leaves the room.

“He may be a Valentine baby!” Mom announces once Kait is out of the kitchen, showing her usual amount of sensitivity— zero. She actually dances with excitement, a little twosteppy bounce that calls attention to the way her breasts fill out her tube top.

Math isn’t my best subject, but even I can count backwards from nine. Mom must’ve conceived in May—the same month she and the Guitar Player tied the knot—making her almost three months pregnant now.

The Guitar Player looks pleased. So does Mom. She has no shame, marrying a guy half her age (that would be Shelby’s age) and proceeding to get knocked up right away. Although, I hate to admit, soap operas also favor pregnancies as a way of cementing new relationships. I should’ve expected this, but I didn’t.

I ask the next logistics question. “Where will we put the new baby?” We are already packed to the rafters when it comes to room occupancy. I can’t imagine where another crib and all the other baby stuff can possibly fit.

“He’ll be in our room, of course,” Mom says, like that’s the end of it. Like the baby won’t grow up and need a toddler bed, then a regular bed, closet space, or time in the bathroom.

“I’ll need to clear out a few things first, but I’m sure it’ll work out. We’ll get some of those walkie-talkie things so we can hear when he wakes up no matter where we are in the house. What’re they called?”

“Baby monitors,” Shelby supplies. She should know, since it was Mom who said we didn’t have money for such high-tech gadgets when Hannah was born. Guess things’ll be different with this baby. His baby. I glare in the general direction of the Guitar Player. Why doesn’t he bring up something practical, like getting a combo dresser/changing table, instead of standing there with that stupid grin on his face?

Mom tilts her head and smiles. “Oh, I’m so excited. Let’s go to Target right now! Abs, have you seen my keys?”

Like I’m the keeper of lost things. Except, I do know where they are. Instead of telling her, I say, “Do you really think you should be driving in your condition? Isn’t it a little dangerous, considering . . .” I trail off, because everyone knows what I mean.

She starts to protest, but the Guitar Player agrees with me for once.

“Maybe you should take it easy for a while,” he says.

“Steve, please, I drove with all my other pregnancies.” Steve is the Guitar Player’s real name.

“Not with my baby,” he says, and Mom gives him a sharp look. A look I know well. The honeymoon is over. Even though they didn’t go anywhere after their quickie marriage last May, they did enjoy a little over two months of disgusting togetherness.

The Guitar Player cradles her hand in his. He doesn’t know it’s over. “Come on, honey, I’ll be your chauffeur. Won’t that be fancy?”

Fancy White Trash, that’s us all right. “What about the mall tomorrow? You gonna drive then, too?” I look over the Guitar Player’s shoulder. I never address him directly.

“Sure, Mona and I will need to pick up some other things for the baby. Right, honey?”

I want to point out that we have three tons of baby crap stored in the garage, but then I realize Kait’s baby will need that stuff. We don’t have two of everything.

I smile brightly and say, “Good point!”

Mom chews her lip and I say how Cody’s coming, too. We all look at Shelby, who has been quiet—too quiet—through this whole conversation.

Once all eyes are on her, she flips back her waist-length hair and rubs her own stomach. “I was waiting until I was sure, but . . .” She looks at us expectantly.

She has got to be kidding. Mom shoots me a look, and I realize I’ve groaned out loud.

Shelby bursts into tears. “You always think the worst of me, Abby.”

“Who’s the dad?” I ask the question on everyone’s mind.

Shelby’s eyes dart toward the Guitar Player and away. Mom gasps.

“No, no!” Shelby puts a protective hand over her stomach.

But I saw the Guitar Player pale, and I know it wasn’t that long ago that he and Shelby were doing it. Oh God, can it be true? Would it take Shelby four months to notice she’s pregnant?

Mom turns to the Guitar Player. “Steve?” Her face looks like it will collapse any minute.

“Let’s have a pig roast!” the Guitar Player yells too loudly, fiddling nervously with one of the fake diamond studs in his ear. “What a lot to celebrate!” He spent his formative years in Miami, where, apparently, it’s just not a celebration without a dead pig. He digs into his jeans for the keys. “Tonight! Everyone call somebody to come over. I’ll be back with supplies in no time.”

I don’t know where he finds whole dead pigs in this town. I do know Cody is going to die when I tell him. Three babies on the way, all with the same dad. Obviously, no one in my family has contemplated the wisdom of Rule #1, Find Someone New, because they’re all on the recycling program.

That’s right, the Guitar Player “dated” Kait for about two weeks before he dumped her for Shelby. Since his idea of dating has less to do with romantic dinners and getaways to the river and more to do with getting the women in my family naked, it’s not too surprising someone turned up pregnant. But three? Could my family be more embarrassing?

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  • Posted October 28, 2008

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    Reviewed by Randstostipher "tallnlankyrn" Nguyen for TeensReadToo.com

    Sisters getting pregnant, mom remarrying three times, car accidents, quick amnesiac episodes -- these all sound like another episode of a soap opera. Unfortunately, for Abby Savage, that's actually her life, and she knows that it resembles a soap because that is all she watches. <BR/><BR/>With her family's history of dating and getting pregnant and then getting heartbroken, Abby is ready to find the perfect someone with her list of five things called her "One true love plan." <BR/><BR/>1. Find someone new. Abby knows this firsthand since her sisters' boyfriends are passed around and recycled like a bottle of water. Of course, this isn't so easy since the people Abby goes to school with have been the same ones since kindergarten. <BR/><BR/>2. No baggage from past relationships allowed. Abby's sisters find her the perfect babysitter. They just don't understand that it's their baby. <BR/><BR/>3. Looks aren't everything. Falling in love isn't mainly centered on looks! <BR/><BR/>4. Don't need him. They are always going to make promises, like how her father always promised her wonderful gifts for her birthday, but it never happened. Disappointed with this fact, Abby finds it fit to just trust herself. <BR/><BR/>5. Get out of town. How can you find someone new when everyone has dated everyone else? <BR/><BR/>With this list, new knowledge on soaps, and a front-row seat at the Fancy White Trash that is her family, Abby will soon find that one true love. <BR/><BR/>But will it help her get through the three pregnancies currently in her family, all by the same person? And can it stop her from getting back with the old boyfriend who broke her heart? Or will she just have to figure out that when finding that one true love, lists aren't necessarily needed? <BR/><BR/>Cute, humorous, and very scandalous, FANCY WHITE TRASH is the next guilty pleasure. Just with the first chapter, readers can see that Abby's life screams "Jerry Springer episode." The obstacles that Abby must face, from the mistakes that her family has made to adapting to their lifestyle, will ultimately make readers fall in love with her. A novel that is unlike most out there in the market, FANCY WHITE TRASH should be on your "to-read list!"

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 1, 2008

    A reviewer

    This book is filled with humor and it will be easy for teens to identify with the book's main character. The author is an exciting new talent who is sure to become a favorite with the older teen audience.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 16, 2009

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    Relentless Laughs

    This book grabs you by the collar and makes you laugh over and over again. It is filled with great characters that are full of foibles, but are lovable in spite of (or maybe because of) them. You genuinely feel like you know them because their essence has been so perfectly captured and presented. Great silly fun that has a heart.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 2, 2013

    Most read

    Amazing once i started i couldnt put it down

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2013

    my review

    A very good read for anyone who is like me, who questions the possiblities and the mystery they call love

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  • Posted July 11, 2013

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    Loved this book. You really understand what Abby goes through wi

    Loved this book. You really understand what Abby goes through with her sisters, her mother, and with the guy she is trying so hard not to fall for again, Jackson-formally dubbed Jack-Off. I loved her determination and wisdom for realizing her family's mistakes and wanting to learn from them. Her sister's and mother are really easy, wearing their hearts on their sleeves. Abby constantly shows that she is opposite of them. But is trying to mute her own heart going to help anyone? Read to find out!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 1, 2013

    AN ABSOLUTE MUST READ!!!!!!

    I'd give it six stars if that were physically possible. Walking through a library was the first time this novel caught my eye. I know, you're never suppose ro judge a book by its cover but that is honnestly the only reason i picked up the book. And with such a name? How could one simply resist? The family. The neighbors. The town. THE PLOT. In a word? Wondrful. Though it didnt seem like it in the moment, they fit together so well. I really want some kind of trilogy to emerge from this or movie at least. I can never forget this crazy story. LOVE!

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  • Posted June 25, 2009

    A New Way to See Life

    This novel was a way to see, not a person's perfect life, but how strange and connected it could be. It was not confusing readers because there were no missing parts. Abby was a character who was clear and to the point with her family's backround story. It contained behavior only a teenager would understand, which makes this book perfect for young adults such as myself. The characters, plot, and setting were all well connected with one another to make the story understandable. From the romance to humor, I give this novel and Marjetta Geerling a two thumbs up!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 30, 2009

    Don't Bother

    This book seemed more geared towards teens than adults. It's about high school aged kids. I was disappointed.

    0 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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    Posted January 24, 2010

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