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KLIATTFrom start to finish, this diary is literally unreal. Chock-full of melodrama, Katie's story has more holes in it than a woodpecker tree. Her father, a Hollywood mogul, alternates between buying her lavish gifts and getting drunk, then "grabbing me in a real hurting way." Mom is presumably a druggie but, like Dad, is a cardboard character who evokes wildly inconsistent feelings in her daughter. In a typically vague, pivotal scene, Katie's father takes her to a place where "People were . . . it wasn't really dancing. It was too obscene for words, and my beautiful dress was being torn to shreds." Katie swoons from the few sips she's had to drink, then blacks out. Dad calls Katie a "ho" and a "slut," hits her, and dumps her out on Skid Row. From there Katie goes to a Salvation Army shelter, then on to foster care, where she misses the "dear nuns" of her Catholic school days, and nurtures a young abused girl with miraculous results. The purple prose includes phrases like "my insides were gleefully dancing" and a poem by Katie that begins "Please stop dear tears / You're splashing in my ears." Brief information in the back relates to child abuse and crisis hotlines. Fans of other titles edited by Beatrice Sparks (e.g., Go Ask Alice) will find this to be more of the same. The short diary entries, fast pace, and easy vocabulary might appeal to reluctant readers, and it's innocent enough fare for middle school students. Otherwise, save your money. KLIATT Codes: JS—Recommended for junior and senior high school students. 2005, HarperCollins, 181p., Ages 12 to 18.