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by Tyra Banks

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No one gets in without being asked. And with her untamable hair, large forehead, and gawky body, Tookie De La Crème isn’t expecting an invitation. Modelland—the exclusive, mysterious place on top of the mountain—never dares to make an appearance in her dreams.




No one gets in without being asked. And with her untamable hair, large forehead, and gawky body, Tookie De La Crème isn’t expecting an invitation. Modelland—the exclusive, mysterious place on top of the mountain—never dares to make an appearance in her dreams.

But someone has plans for Tookie. Before she can blink her mismatched eyes, Tookie finds herself in the very place every girl in the world obsesses about. And three unlikely girls have joined her.

Only seven extraordinary young women become Intoxibellas each year. Famous. Worshipped. Magical. What happens to those who don’t make it? Well, no one really speaks of that. Some things are better left unsaid.

Thrown into a world where she doesn’t seem to belong, Tookie glimpses a future that could be hers—if she survives the beastly Catwalk Corridor and terrifying Thigh-High Boot Camp. Along the way, she learns all about friendship, courage, laughter and what it feels like to start to believe in yourself.

When you enter the fantastical world of Modelland, you'll see that Tookie was inspired by Tyra’s life as a supermodel. All those crazy and wild adventures Tookie has with her friends? Some of them were ripped straight from the headlines of Tyra’s life! Tyra knows all about beauty and fashion and fierceness, and she shares everything here in MODELLAND. It’s fun, zany, and 100 bazillion-percent Tyra.

You don’t want to miss Tyra’s amazing new novel!

From the Hardcover edition.

Editorial Reviews

School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—Tookie De La Crème is a Forgetta-Girl. With her awkward body, large forehead, mismatched eyes, and wiry hair, she is the girl everyone, including her parents, would rather not be around. Despite her flaws, she is selected to be a Bella in Modelland over her more attractive, though less intelligent, sister. Only the most beautiful and poised girls are selected to train to possibly become one of the elite seven IntoxiBellas. Along with three other misfit Bellas, Tookie struggles through courses such as CaraCaraCara and Run Away Intensive while dodging the dangerous obstacles of Catwalk Corridor and Thigh-High Boot Camp. The odd behavior of the mysterious and infamous IntoxiBella, Ci~L, convinces the misfit group of Unicas that their lives are in danger and they hatch a plan to flea Modelland. Tookie is heartbroken over her impending departure because she has made new friends and started a relationship with a young Bestostero, Bravo. This first installment in a projected trilogy drags on for 563 pages. The world-building is weak with labels that merely misspell or combine common words. The dialogue is often stilted, and the characters' voices are indistinguishable. While the message about nonstandard forms of beauty is a pertinent one, the heavy-handed treatment becomes tiresome and predictable. This tome may only appeal to teens who are expressly interested in Banks's efforts to redefine beauty.—Lynn Rashid, Marriotts Ridge High School, Marriottsville, MD
Publishers Weekly
Supermodel Banks makes her YA debut with a campy and warped take on the world of modeling, a pastiche influenced by everyone from Cresswell to Dahl and Rowling. On an alternate Earth (countries have names like “Didgeridoo” and “Cappuccina”), modeling is both an obsession and a magical art, and only a handful are chosen each year to attend Modelland and train to be an elite “Intoxibella.” Tookie De La Crème, 15, has “multiple personality disorder” hair and emotionally abusive parents; generally invisible to her classmates, Tookie assumes she won’t get picked. Much to her shock, she’s chosen (by a Scout who is actually famed supermodel Ci~L) and attends the academy with new friends (and fellow outcasts) Shiraz, Dylan, and Ross. Banks throws a nonstop barrage of surrealism and wackiness at her characters: the male model academy is “Bestosterone”; Golden Ticket–like items called “SM-IZEs”—one of many winks to Top Model fans—help girls get into Modelland, etc. And if the resulting novel is overlong, the combination of absurdity, social commentary, and familiar tropes makes it an enjoyable guilty pleasure. Ages 12–up. (Sept.)
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"The combination of absurdity, social commentary, and familiar tropes makes it an enjoyable guilty pleasure."
- Publishers Weekly

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Thousands of girls stampeded to the square all at once. Heels clacked. Dresses swished. Hairdos wobbled. The T-DOD theme song boomed a pulsating beat.

There was one rule and one rule only: a girl must be walking in order to be chosen.

Other than that, there was no prearranged runway on which the girls could walk, so everyone created invisible ones wherever they were standing. Violence was not encouraged nor was it condemned, and some girls' parents insisted on adding martial arts training to their walking lessons in preparation for the big day. T-DOD Square was an every- man- for- himself—or, more precisely, an every- girl- for- herself—event.

Scores of girls marched down their own stretches of the square, paused, posed for the cameras (real and imaginary), and then turned around. Trains of walking girls intersected with others. One area behind Tookie was so crammed with street vendors, it bottlenecked into a slow, shuffling line. Some walkers had only enough space to take a few steps before they had to stop and turn. Tookie's heart went out to a young girl in a ruffled pink dress who seemed way below the unofficial thirteen- year-old age requirement. She marched in place as if she were on a drill team.

Riiiip. A girl stepped on the train of a walker a few feet from Tookie and tore the fabric right off the dress. Both girls fell forward into a heap. The walkers behind them stepped over their bodies and continued.

Crash. The De La Crème white and cream blow-up tent went down as two brawling girls entered it. Oof. A girl who looked as if she had never walked in heels before stumbled, breaking the tips of both stilettos. Two girls got into a fight at the end of their makeshift catwalk, rolling to the ground. "Kenya, use the Gyaku Zuki move!" her mother screamed. "Reverse- punch the hairy hag! But watch your hair, sweetie!"

Tookie wheeled around. The hairy hag was Abigail Goode, sideburns in full glory, faint mustache above her upper lip, unshaven leg hair coating her calves, underarm hair swaying in the wind, and a DOWN WITH RAZORS! picket sign still in her hands. The girl she was fighting with tried out a karate move on her, but Abigail expertly evaded her blow.

Tookie's jealousy meter skyrocketed. Even Abigail was competing? She looked around some more. Actually, not only were eligible girls walking, but lots of other people were too. An elderly man on a power scooter shot a gap- toothed smile to the crowd as he steered his vehicle with his hands on his hips. Two down- ontheir-luck women dressed in trash- bag dresses and beat-up sweat suits walked while pushing everything they owned in shopping carts, heckling every girl who passed. "Honey, you wish you had it like I do." "Get back, spring chickens—age before beauty, ladies!" Tookie chuckled when she noticed that even some of the protesters ditched their RUN AWAY, DON'T WALK signs and sashayed energetically while chanting, "Women, let's walk! Smile for the cams! T-DOD, it rocks. Crank the music, let's jam!"

A few drunken boys from outside the gates got into the action, strutting next to the girls in exaggerated, long- legged lopes. One guy snaked an arm around a girl's waist, but she swatted him away. The photographers and cameramen scrambled to catch every moment, projecting various images onto the screens next to the stage.

Thump, thump, thump. The music beat on. The largest screen showed the remaining time left for walking. Twelve minutes, twenty seconds.

"Go, Myrracle, go!" Mrs. De La Crème shouted. Myrracle had staggered a few feet away from the fallen tent and was standing there staring at the melee, eyes bugged, frozen in place. "Don't freeze up! Wake up, baby. You have to do this!"

"Yeah, Myrracle. You can do this. Come on!" Tookie urged, holding her sister by her arms and staring into her eyes, trying to spark a connection. "Dance in your spirit, but not with your body," she repeated over and over. Then she turned Myrracle around, placed Myrracle's hands on her hips, and whispered in her ear: "Left, then right, then left, then right . . ."

Myrracle suddenly broke out of her trance and began to follow Tookie's instructions. Tookie jumped out of the way to watch her sister. Halfway down her imaginary runway, Myrracle began to wiggle her hips and shake her shoulders to the infectious music that swelled over the sounds of the crowd.

"Don't dance!" Mrs. De La Crème bellowed, giving Myrracle a pinch. "If you sway one more time, you'll get way worse than a little pinch! If I have to beat the last pas de bourrée out of you, I will! Now walk, walk, walk like an Intoxibella!" Myrracle snapped back to focus. Her arms swung gently. She thrust her hips forward, as she'd learned to do in hours upon hours of walking class. She reached the end of her catwalk and came face to face with Abigail Goode. Both girls vied for the same spot to pose. Myrracle stuck out her pointy elbows, bumped her hip, and shoved Abigail hard out of the space. Abigail teetered over in her high shoes, hit her head on the footrest of the old man's motorized scooter, and passed out cold.

Almost immediately a siren sounded and Tookie heard someone yell, "Girl down! Girl down!"

Myrracle posed for a long three seconds, then raised a shoulder and swirled back around. There was a don't mess with me girl unless you want to get hurt expression on her face as she strutted back toward Tookie and her family. "That's my Myrracle!" Mrs. De La Crème jumped up and down and clapped. "Claim what is ours, baby!"

"Uh, I know you, right?"

Tookie turned and nearly jumped out of her skin. Standing next to her was Theophilus Lovelaces. His eyes glistened in the LaDorno sun. He was seeing her, actually seeing her. His eyes focused right on hers. His words were meant for her. Tookie tried to smile, but she had a feeling her mouth made more of a grimace.

"You're not participating?" Theophilus asked, gesturing to the crowd.

Tookie opened her mouth but couldn't speak. She was dying to say, Really? Me? Have you lost your mind? But instead a cross between a yelp, a sneeze, and a burp came out.

"Good for you." Theophilus indicated the candidates in the square. "This is a little crazy."

They both turned to Zarpessa Zarionneaux, who strutted confidently right over an open manhole that three girls had just fallen into. Her long, straight auburn hair streamed behind her. Her skin glistened in the sun. She wore a bright yellow dress that seemed electrified, with matching yellow shoes. Tookie assumed it was the ensemble Lizzie had mentioned the other day, the one she and Zarpessa had fought over at the clothing dump.

"She even makes trash look beautiful," Tookie murmured.

"Hmm?" Theophilus glanced at her in surprise.

"Oh, nothing." It pained her that her very first conversation with Theophilus was about Zarpessa. She considered telling Theophilus about Zarpessa's Dumpster digging, but then she clamped her mouth shut. No matter how much she envied Zarpessa, exposing something that awful was just too mean.

"What's your name, anyway?" Theophilus asked, looking at Tookie again.

Tookie gaped at him. He wanted to know her name? Her mouth tried to form the words. She felt Theophilus's T O OKE button in her hip pocket.

Suddenly a piercing voice rose above the din. "Theophilus!"

Zarpessa's voice.

"I'd better go." Theophilus tipped an imaginary hat to Tookie. Then he whirled around and marched toward his beloved.

"Seven minutes left!" Mayor Rump bellowed.

A blinding neon- yellow flash filled the sky. The clouds vanished. The sun disappeared. Someone screamed. Everyone shaded their eyes or ducked their heads. Even the walkers paused for a moment and squinted upward. Another whoosh boomed through the air. "The Scouts!" a voice bellowed. "They're here!"

Scouts? Where? Tookie stood on her tiptoes, her heart beating like mad. People stepped back from a nearby lamppost that had started to vibrate, staring at it with a mix of wonder and terror. The lamppost began to lengthen, like a long telescoping pole. Snap! It broke apart and reassembled as a slender, mysterious looking woman in a black metallic jumpsuit. Her head glowed as if it contained a lightbulb.

"A Scout!" Tookie whispered. She'd never seen one in person before.

The Scout's head began to blink, as if warning people that something amazing was about to happen. Then the woman marched to a thin girl with cheekbones so sharp they could slice a melon in half, and tapped her arm. The girl clutched her chest in disbelief. The Scout took her hand, and the bright light of her cranium flashed like lightning. And then . . . poof ! They were gone, and the lamppost was back where it had always been. "Oh, my baby!" the girl's mother cried, running up to the lamppost, hugging it tightly and covering it with kisses. "My baby, my baby, my baby! First- draft pick!"

More gasps and screams rose in the crowd as the huge clock in the square ticked past the six- minute mark. Suddenly, Scouts from Modelland were everywhere. An asteroid rocketed to earth, throwing up chunks of marble all around the square and causing nearby runway walkers to flee in hysterics. A stunning Scout emerged from the rubble, with skin that seemed to be made of rough stone. She wore a bathing suit ensemble that appeared to be made of rocks. She tapped a tall, long- haired girl in a plain, dingy cotton dress. The dress wasn't nearly as fancy as most of the outfits the other girls were wearing, and its front was wet with tears. When the girl looked up and saw the Scout, her jaw dropped.

"Are you sure you have to pick me?" the girl whimpered incredulously.

A pointy- chinned competitor in a poufy- sleeved dress and studded boots pushed to the front. "Pick me, she doesn't want it!"

The plainly dressed girl's mother tugged the Scout's arm. "No, my Desperada does want it! Please take her! I don't have the money to feed her anymore."

The Scout nodded and grabbed the sobbing girl's hand, and they both disappeared into a hole in the ground. Immediately, all the broken marble flew into the sky, reassembled, and then dropped right back to exactly where it'd been before the disruption.

The clock edged past the five- minutes- left mark. The shopping cart of one of the homeless women flew from her hands and rolled wildly around the square. Girls near the cart ran away screaming. The cart flipped forward, and old food and tattered clothes spilled to the ground. A Scout in a dress with rips in all the right places materialized from beneath the decrepit belongings. She strutted to the middle of the square and stopped in front of a raven- haired girl who was wearing a dress with an enormous bustle. The girl's mother, who was clad in a muumuu, held out her own arm. "You want . . . me?" With a slight, tired, oh how the old ones always do this roll of her eyes, the Scout touched the daughter's shoulder instead. "Oh!" the mother squealed. "Well, of course, of course!" She enveloped her daughter in her arms and cooed how proud she was of her and then let go. But as the Scout and the daughter descended into the worn clothes and rotten food within the cart, there was the tiniest look of disappointment on the mother's face.

"Three minutes, fifty seconds!" Mayor Rump announced from his VIP perch. Myrracle strutted on, posing and turning. Mrs. De La Crème bit her nails. Mr. De La Crème paced back and forth. Eruptions occurred all over the square. The reporters swiveled their cameras and microphones, trying to keep up with the mayhem. Walkers to the left, right, front, and back bumped into Myrracle. She walked two steps, posed, turned, and walked again. Even Zarpessa was losing space, walking in a tight circle near the strange obelisks.

"Tookie, climb up here so your sister has more room to walk!" Mr. De La Crème commanded behind her. Tookie turned and saw her parents and Brian standing on the roof of the wildest car she had ever seen: a blinged- out golden low- rider with a pavé roof and hubcaps that spun in place, even when the car wasn't moving. The gaudy and glam automobile was parked on a piece of marble that had a huge crack down the middle that looked, strangely, like a question mark.

Tookie dutifully climbed onto the shiny bumper. Mrs. De La Crème anxiously compared the time on her watch to the time on the huge clock in the center of the square. Worry marred her wrinkled face. "We still have time," she murmured. "A miracle will happen for The Myrracle. I just know it."

More flashes filled the sky. More Scouts appeared. The candidates walked hungrily. Dozens of fights broke out, and at least six girls lay on the marble ground, nursing their wounds. As Tookie made her way up the trunk of the car, a strange vibrating sensation tickled her feet. Bzzz. What was that?

"One minute left!" Mayor Rump called. Hundreds of people began to count down. Fifty- nine, fifty- eight . . .

Bzzz. Bzzz. Tookie looked down and gasped. A strip of the diamond- encrusted roof of the car had transformed into a thick layer of brilliant fabric. As she watched, even more of the roof disappeared and reappeared as cloth. The fabric looked as if it were being spontaneously woven by a giant loom. "Whoa," she whispered.

Mrs. De La Crème noticed the fabric too. She kneeled down to within an inch of the strange material and then bounced back up. "It's a Scout!" She jumped off the roof.

"Myrracle, it's a Scout!"

Brian was right behind her. He shook Myrracle by the shoulders.

"It's a Scout, doofus!"

"Where?" Myrracle halted midpose.

"On the roof of the car!"

Myrracle pushed past girls in her way and scuttled over to the vehicle.

Thousands of crowd members were now counting down the seconds.

Forty- five, forty- four . . .

Another row of fabric emerged. Then another, then another. Myrracle shrieked. "A Scout, Creamy! A Scout!"

Mr. De La Crème grabbed Myrracle from the square and pulled her toward the car. "Everything we've strived for. It's all coming true, baby!"

Thirty- nine, thirty- eight . . .

Tons of girls ran for the gaudy car, clamoring for the attention of the soon- to- appear Scout. Tookie surveyed the crowd, noticing how many people were watching the De La Crème family on the roof. Jealous girls, rabid mothers . . . even Theophilus was in the back of the crowd, looking amused. But strangely, he wasn't staring at Myrracle, as most of the mob was. His eyes were locked on Tookie. Her stomach flipped over.

"Tookie!" Mrs. De La Crème grabbed Tookie's ankle. "Get down from the hood! Myrracle needs her space! This is her moment!"

"Uh . . ." Tookie stared at the ground. The area around the car teemed with so many girls now, she was kind of trapped. Furthermore, Myrracle wasn't able to climb atop the roof to greet the Scout properly. This is Myrracle's moment, Tookie thought. She had to help her.

"Come on, Myrracle!" Tookie called. She reached out her hand for Myrracle to grab. It took all of Tookie's strength to pull Myrracle and her twenty- pound dress onto the hood. Once she was up, Myrracle pushed Tookie out of the way, nearly knocking her to the ground.

"I'm here!" Myrracle cried. She stood in the center of the hood, hands in the air, her chin thrust high. "Da- tahhhh!" "Tookie, for the love of God, get off the roof !" Mrs. De La Crème screeched. "Give Myrracle room!" But Tookie didn't want to move. She wanted to see this happen to Myrracle firsthand. The roof had finished its diamond-to-fabric transformation. There was a slight pause, and Tookie felt the world around her go silent. And then the whole roof began to tremble.

Suddenly, the fabric split violently in the very center, knocking

Myrracle off the roof. She fell to the ground almost as if in slow motion.

"Nooooooo!" Mrs. De La Crème wailed. Tookie's father pushed Brian out of the way to catch his daughter. Tiers of tulle billowed into his face. Myrracle's legs kicked into the air.

"Get back up there, Myrracle!" Mr. De La Crème screamed, shoving a shoe back onto Myrracle's bare foot. He pushed her up on the hood.

Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen . . . The tear in the fabric grew wider, until a human- sized hole appeared. And then a nearly naked woman emerged from the center of the tear and rose into the sky. She had long limbs and golden skin and wore shiny necklaces strategically placed over her chest and lower half. A gem- encrusted veil covered her face.

Tookie gasped.

The Scout's hair blew in its own wind. Her arms stretched wide. Her fingers gripped the very ends of the piece of fabric that had materialized on the roof of the car. It seemed as though the fabric had grown from her fingers, an extension of her body itself.

"Wow," Myrracle whispered. Tookie couldn't agree more.

Fireworks began to explode in the air, the sparkles showing the numbers as they counted down.

Six, five, four . . .

The Scout looked at the De La Crèmes and nodded majestically, looking both strong and feminine at the same time.

"Please take her!" Mrs. De La Crème gushed.

"We would be honored!" Mr. De La Crème cried.

Three, two . . .

And then the Scout reached out her long, slender, radiantly decorated hand and beckoned.

To Tookie.

Meet the Author

Tyra Banks was fifteen years old when she started modeling, the same age as Modelland’s Tookie De La Crème. After establishing a supermodel career she could never have dreamed of, Tyra tackled the world of television, creating the hit show America’s Next Top Model, which is seen in over 170 countries, and her two-time Emmy-award-winning talk show, The Tyra Show, to become the super businesswoman she always wanted to be. Tyra is a leading voice in empowering girls and is dedicated to expanding the definition of beauty worldwide.
Tyra invested five years in conceiving and writing Modelland, her first book of fiction. Her lifelong love of reading and storytelling is deeply embedded in every page. She was born in Los Angeles and lives in New York City.

From the Hardcover edition.

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luv2readalways More than 1 year ago
Are you people seriously that petty or are you just deluded? What part of that book was not well written? Name one part. You came into this ready to bash Tyra Banks, and why, because she's a beautiful woman who made a career and a name and stability for herself out of that beauty, well shame on you. You who are the literate, the readers, the people who know in the written world there is no judgment. Was this book really a rip off of Harry Potter? No, it wasn't. It had nothing to do at all with the concept of Harry Potter. That was an ignorant statement and you should be ashamed that you made it. Would I compare Sarah Dessen to LJ Smith, no, and why, because they have nothing to do with each other. If you can say you don't judge a book by it's cover how can you judge a book by it's author. Really, well I'm so happy that you are literary geniuses whose word is law, congratulations on that. To those of you who read like I do, because it is life, I would like to say that the first chapter of this book could be something. It's a little cliched but so are many other really great books. The world building will be fun for mini fashionistas or girls who just want a fun read. This is not a book that is suppose to have the meaning of life between it's pages. It has a message, you are beautiful. Would you really take that away from a thirteen year old girl on the brink of self discovery, make her feel that if she reads and enjoys this book she's not intelligent, that she has no literary taste. Well how pretentious and conceited you are. How dreadful a person you must be. Don't judge this book, read this book. Enjoy this book. There are no rules to who writes a book, stop stereotyping, stop judging. Just...stop. You should feel really bad about the things you said. You people who read because you want to go to another world. Don't you dare take that away from someone who can escape the life they're suffering in through these pages.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not sure where the hate is coming from. I thought it was a fun read. Obviously, it was written for young women so I am not sure everyone is going to love it. Give it a try if your in high school.
modellover More than 1 year ago
Such a great and delightful preview read ... looking forward to curling up with this book on the couch as soon as it comes out!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I find it ridiculous how people claimed this book was awful in AUGUST when the book came out in September
taylorlove More than 1 year ago
as a twenty something, who's super obsessed with vampire diaries and pretty little liars, this is totally up my alley! i'm looking for that perfect weekend read and i know i've found it in modelland!
let_me_read_people More than 1 year ago
With a lexicon dexterity reminiscient of ANTM Season 11 contestant Sheena during the handbag accessory challenge, Tyra Banks has managed to break through the psyche of today's awkward adolescent striving to reach maturity in a sling-back pump. Her characterization of Tookie is clearly based on ANTM Season 15 contestant Ann, shows the langly teen struggle against her more conventionally beautiful older sister. The more aware reader, however, will realize that the battles that Tookie encounters are a reflection on the tensions currently building in a world ruled by consumerism and materialist greed. If this reader were wearing a smize, it would have to be removed to wipe the tears of joy and sorrow that simultaneously build with each paragraph absorbed. I cannot recommend this book enough, an excellent beach read to be paired with an off-the-shoulder linen wrap dress -- if you are feeling so bold.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've read the excerpt and will buy the book...it seems like a fun read !!! Go Tyra !!!
AnotherBook2Read More than 1 year ago
Modelland is another example of Tyra practicing what she preaches. Tyra always encourages young women to believe in themselves and to take risks to achieve their goals. Her novel does not seem to have the typical "insider modeling" storyline. I would definitely like to read more of this story!
EmilyLewis More than 1 year ago
Tyra, you're my QUEEN! How many more days till Sept 13? I wish I could go to Modelland ... This book is going to be FIERCE - just like Tyra!
effie25 More than 1 year ago
If you're questioning this book, then stop. It's everything you'd expect from Tyra Banks in the most perfect of ways. I picked it up from the bookstore even thought I usually just borrow books from the library because I wanted something to read after finishing my homework every night. And I'll be totally honest with you. It's really hard to get through my homework because all I want to do is read Modelland! I'm about halfway through and I'm totally in love with Tookie. She's teaching me that it's ok to not look like everyone else and have unique traits. I love Modelland!
nicolaaaaa More than 1 year ago
My little sister is going to LOOOOOOVE this book. Way to go Tyra - model, author - show them how it's DONE!
PatrickLeo More than 1 year ago
As a single dad, I'm always searching for inspirational characters for my daughter. From what I can tell, Tyra's provided the world with exactly that in Modelland. I will definitely be buying this book for my daughter.
BethJane More than 1 year ago
I'm begging my mom to take me to buy this book as soon as it comes out! CAN'T WAIT!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thouht it was fantastic im a twelve year old girl with a not so high reading level so when i told my mom i wanted to read it my mom didnt want me to buy it beceuse she thought half way though i would lose intrest but i bought it any way then my teachers thought it was trash well let me just say thats sterotyping tyra and that in it self was dumb but despit that i read it and couldent put it down best read trya should wrote anotherbut however dont just think its easy cus it ain't they like emerge and iluminate alot so i dont suggest it for peaple with bad vocab
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book blew me away with its sense of creativity,crazyness, and encouraging message. This book is fabulous and highly recommended for teens. I loved it so much I bled all over the book ( the real size book is big, it makes perfect sense why I'd get a papercut lol), NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE TYRA
Hearts2Books More than 1 year ago
I'm 20 and I'm currently finishing off the book. I bought the book because I am moderately interested in Tyra's literary competence. I have to say I don't hate this book it provides an escape for the teenage mind. I'm sure as a young teen modelling does seem mythical and magical. I don't understand all of the shad people are throwing her but i feel like she's a new author and she got her overall message across to whom she was trying to get it across to; young girls. It is meant to be a fun book it's not meant to cure all of life's problems that's why it is called fiction.(look up the definition if you are unclear of what that means) For a first time author it was interesting and it kept my attention and I would certainly recommend it for a fun read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Does it bother anyone else about Abigail and her "no razors" or whatever sign she's holding? For some reason it struck me as a mockery of feminism. You know, the people who portray feminists as being only ugly women who don't shave their legs. That just bothered me a lot. Besides that, I really like America's Next Top Model. I really do (even though I don't like to admit it). It's entertaining, and although I'm not sure if I agree with it all, it's fun to watch. That being said, I think I understand what Tyra was trying to get across by writing Modelland, but it missed the mark. So far I feel as though Tookie is a flat character and too much of a goody-goody to be interesting. Also her interaction with her love interest just makes her look weak to me. Also, I would like to say to the people who are saying that it's like Harry Potter or the Hunger Games: you can basically make that case for anything. Just read Orson Scott Card's essay on how J.K. Rowling was suing a lot of people for copying her a few years ago. Writers are influenced by others' work. That's how it's been working for thousands of years. There is, however, a difference between influence and plagiarism, but I'm pretty sure Tyra Banks did not cross it. Also, read the sample chapter before you review, please. Don't just go off of what everyone else is saying. I think that some people may actually enjoy reading this book, but it's not for me.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is and will always be one of my favorite books,no doubt about it. It made me cry, then laugh, then ponder deeply about the meaning of life, then cry again. The characters were so believable, and the entire plot was so beautiful I NEED a sequel. Please, do not stop after the sample chapter. It is so much more than a stupid book to please fashionista thirteen year olds. It has depth and real meaning and it is never dull. (Im ready to go hunt down the haters of this book with a pitchfork,but angry mobs are slightly frowned upon.)
integaxicated More than 1 year ago
When it comes to hearing that Tyra Banks actually wrote a book, people begin to get skeptical, which may be because she's a model. "What kind of model actually reads and writes a book?" the general person asks. When I saw this book sitting there on the shelf, I was immediately attracted to the huge green eye, which was captivating. Once I got the book, I spent all of my time reading it and wouldn't put it down for a second! This book definitely spoke to me because I could relate to it 100%. This book is for girls who struggle to find themselves and feel like they're out of place in society. Tyra brings you into a whole other realm and takes you through the journey of the main character who is very awkward and out of place in her world. The book is greatly written and very humorous. I even cried when the book was over because it was a self confidence booster for me. I would greatly recommend this book to any teen girl!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Why do most of you hate it, its sooo good. Read the whole book and then write a review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you like the mix of romance with action all together, get this book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Best book ever and tyra banks is my role model and she is a person who is 100% model! And she is the host of my favorite show america's next top model.but any way this book is #1!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Please tell me they're making this a movie.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
How many pages are in this book i really need to know please answer