My Invented Life

My Invented Life

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by Lauren Bjorkman

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With Roz and Eva everything becomes a contest—who can snag the best role in the school play, have the cutest boyfriend, pull off the craziest prank. Still, they're as close as sisters can be. Until Eva deletes Roz from her life like so much junk e-mail for no reason that Roz understands. Now Eva hangs out with the annoyingly petite cheerleaders, and Roz


With Roz and Eva everything becomes a contest—who can snag the best role in the school play, have the cutest boyfriend, pull off the craziest prank. Still, they're as close as sisters can be. Until Eva deletes Roz from her life like so much junk e-mail for no reason that Roz understands. Now Eva hangs out with the annoyingly petite cheerleaders, and Roz fantasizes about slipping bovine growth hormone into their Gatorade.

Roz has a suspicion about Eva. In turn, Eva taunts Roz with a dare, which leads to an act of total insanity. Drama geeks clamor for attention, Shakespearean insults fly, and Roz steals the show in Lauren Bjorkman's hilarious debut novel.

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“Bjorkman sets her debut amid the high school theater crowd, peppering Roz's internal narration with imagined scenarios and Shakespearean humor, evoking all the drama inherent in putting on a play. Roz's voice is witty and genuine as she moves through the ups and downs of coming out (and eventually coming clean). Evocative of Boy Meets Boy and Dramarama, this makes for fun, thought-provoking reading.” —Publishers Weekly

“Narrator Roz is funny, well intentioned, and likable despite her cluelessness, and she is surrounded by a realistic cast of adult and teen characters representing a wide variety of viewpoints and sexual preferences. This is an enjoyable read that will be especially appealing to theater aficionados.” —School Library Journal

“This debut is a supportive, enjoyable read.” —Booklist

Publishers Weekly
It's bad enough that Roz's older sister, Eva, dumped her as a best friend; on top of that, Roz is in love with Eva's boyfriend, Bryan. But Roz begins to suspect that perfect “Eva the Diva” might be a lesbian, so she pretends she is a lesbian and reports back to Eva about what it's like to come out, hence Roz's “invented” life. (Roz comes out in response to a dare on Eva's part, though her decision never feels entirely believable. Is this an attempt to get back in her sister's good graces? A snap action born out of anger?) However, what begins as a lie soon turns into a genuinely eye-opening experience. Bjorkman sets her debut amid the high school theater crowd, peppering Roz's internal narration with imagined scenarios and Shakespearean humor, evoking all the drama inherent in putting on a play. Roz's voice is witty and genuine as she moves through the ups and downs of coming out (and eventually coming clean). Evocative of Boy Meets Boy and Dramarama, this makes for fun, thought-provoking reading. Ages 14–up. (Oct.)
VOYA - Jenny Ingram
Roz is a high school junior in her small California town. Her cheerleader sister Eva is a senior and has what Roz wants: more acting talent, a better figure, and the boyfriend Roz likes. The sisters were best friends until Eva recently shut out Roz, who is mystified and hurt by her sister's withdrawal. When Roz finds a lesbian novel hidden in Eva's room, she wonders whether her sister is a lesbian, and in her typical candid manner, confronts Eva. Garnering no information this way, Roz announces that she herself is a lesbian and pokes her nose into the lives of her friends and classmates in an attempt to find out who is gay, leaving a wake of chaos behind her. Roz does discover some interesting things about the people in her community, but she learns to keep her mouth shut. The tone of the book is lighthearted, set by Roz's narration of the story, which is flighty at times. She can be aggravating, and she is painfully real in her emotionally driven quest for information. Along the way, Roz learns about some of the bad things that happened to historical gay figures, giving weight to the book. Her typical high school experiences with teachers, the drama club, and dates will generate appeal for a broad audience. Reviewer: Jenny Ingram
School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—Self-proclaimed drama geek Roz Peterson has an active fantasy life, which she often confuses with reality. She thinks that her sister Eva, who is no longer confiding in her, is a lesbian and in love with her friend Carmen. Roz dreams of Eva's boyfriend, Bryan, reciprocating her longtime crush. In an effort to encourage her sister, Roz decides to come out at school and invent a new sexual identity for herself as a lesbian, the only problem being that she is basically heterosexual. The hapless Roz is an exceptionally unreliable narrator who makes clumsy attempts to figure out what is going on with all the other people in her life. All this real-life gender-bending takes place during the drama club's production of As You Like It. This novel is particularly good at evoking teenage confusion about sexual preference and identity, and Bjorkman's depiction of the drama-club crowd is absolutely spot-on, especially the characters' trading of Shakespearean insults online and the practical jokes they play on one another. Narrator Roz is funny, well intentioned, and likable despite her cluelessness, and she is surrounded by a realistic cast of adult and teen characters representing a wide variety of viewpoints and sexual preferences. This is an enjoyable read that will be especially appealing to theater aficionados.—Kathleen E. Gruver, Burlington County Library, Westampton, NJ
Kirkus Reviews
A high-school production of As You Like It forms the backdrop for this romantic comedy that echoes the farce of Shakespeare's play in an energetic but ultimately strained tale of two sisters and their friends. When Roz's older sister Eva begins to freeze her out, Roz suspects that it may be because she is trying to conceal her lesbianism from her. For reasons that are never entirely convincing, Roz decides to fake that she herself is gay and "comes out" to people at school, describing her experiences to Eva in a synopsis she terms "The Lesbian Report." Bjorkman's speedy pacing and Roz's frenetic first-person voice may initially draw readers in, but the narrative is occasionally confusing. Witty turns of phrase are plentiful but sometimes fall flat: "After a night of patchy sleep, my eyelids feel as squishy as overripe apricots." Still, the lighthearted treatment of sexuality is intriguing, and this may well find an audience among teen drama geeks with a taste for Shakespearean insults. (Fiction. 13 & up)

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Henry Holt and Co. (BYR)
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5.30(w) x 7.90(h) x 1.00(d)
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Jraise my mini golf club and try to focus on the clown’s chomping mouth. Other lips are on my mind, though—Bryan’s, to be honest. As my eyes wander in his direction, Eva leans in to kiss those lips. Bryan belongs to my sister, a circumstance I’d rather forget. My ball sails over the polka-dotted clown hat and disappears deep into Nowheresville, where the gum wrappers live. Mom bribed us into coming tonight by inviting our boyfriends. Except I don’t have one.

If life were one big stage (and it is), this would be the scene where the heroine (me) seethes with jealousy and the desire for revenge. The thick folds of her wool cloak conceal a weapon. She unveils the silvery blade to gasps from the audience and advances toward the doomed couple. O happy dagger!

But the pint-sized windmill in the background is all wrong. It creates a trashy-teen-movie sort of ambience when the scene calls for romantic boudoir. Think Othello taking the life of his beloved Desdemona.

Eva and Bryan’s kiss goes on for an eternity. When they finally come up for air, he looks over her shoulder right at me. I choose feigned disinterest over murder and saunter off in the direction of my lost ball. My so-called search leads me to a hidden bench that’s perfect for an intermission. I stretch out and close my eyes. Here’s what I should’ve said to Mom this afternoon: “Alas, no miniature golf for me tonight. My allergy to Astroturf, you know. Have your people call my people to reschedule.”

A sweet smell hovers over my bench. “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty,” Bryan says, brushing my cheek with a half-opened rose.

I am so lying.

There are no flowers for miles around. Actually, the smell bears an unfortunate resemblance to cigarette smoke. When I open my eyes, I see Bryan leaning against a chain-link fence a few feet away. He inhales.

“Are you okay?” he asks through a toxic cloud. The glow of his platinum blond hair in the artificial light haloes his face. A girl needs sunglasses to look at him without hurting her eyes.

“I’m tired, that’s all,” I mumble.

After his parents divorced three years ago, Bryan broke my heart by moving away from Yolo Bluffs. Last September he came back with his dad, and my romantic dreams were rekindled. Sadly, before he could fall madly in love with me, he succumbed to Eva’s perky cheerleader routine. And who can blame him? She is amazing in every way. Half the boys at school swoon in her presence. Still, here’s my chance to make him notice my less-obvious charms, to make him change his mind.

“You seem out of it,” he says, dropping down next to me. I sit up.

“I stayed up too late on New Year’s Eve. Mom’s grad student party,” I say. Inside my head I scream at him, Are you blind? You picked the wrong sister.

His smile reveals even teeth, not too big and not too small. The song “Sweet Cheater” runs through my head. My heart pounds out a few extra beats.

“Where’s your ball?” he asks.

“I don’t believe in balls,” I say.

Smoke pours from his mouth when he laughs. I cough. He immediately drops his cigarette and rubs it out with the heel of his white sneaker. “Eva says I should quit.”

“You should do what you want.”

Personally, I believe smoking compares unfavorably to eating raw banana slugs, and I’m one of the few who’s tried both. At least when he kisses Eva tonight his mouth will be tainted by eau d’ashtray. I take comfort in this.

“I can’t help it. I’m bad,” he says.

“That’s your best quality,” I say.

In the third grade, I would stare at him for the entire lunch period, spending many dreamy minutes on each dimple. Once Eva helped me write him a love survey: Do you like me? Will you kiss me? Will you marry me?

Bryan filled it out yes, no, and yes. Nothing ever came of it, but my crush lived on.

“Great shot, Eva,” shouts the member of the Eva Fan Club known as Dad.

I savor the last moments of our intimate silence until Mom ruins it by yelling, “Roz, where are you?”

“Coming,” I yell back.

“Something’s up with you,” Bryan breathes into my ear. “Call me.”

Okay, so he’s not totally blind. We stand up and join the others. The moment we appear, Eva grabs on to him, circling her arm around his waist like a noose. Her face gives nothing away. Then again, she’s a better actress than I am, and I’m the best.

I poke around Eva the Diva’s room the next morning after she leaves for her ballet lesson. I haven’t come in here since she got mad at me before Christmas. More than mad. She took the folder on her computer desktop titled Roz: sister and best friend and moved it to trash.

The first thing I see is her journal. I’m not tempted. It rests seductively at the center of her night table, and the latch appears to be broken. Still I don’t touch it. Even though she’ll never find out. And even though it might reveal why she deleted me from her life.

Okay, then, one little peek.

December 20—Last day of practice before Christmas break. Finally got chorus line routine together. Skipped the cheerleaders’ party. Went for walk with Bryan.

The rest reads the same. Maybe TV Land hired her to write a script for America’s Boringest Home Videos. To be honest, I’d hoped for a confession, a green light to go after Bryan. Something like, “Roz wants that loser Bryan. I’m going to hook up with him to get back at her.” But back at me for what? I’m innocent. And I’m not looking for a new nickname—boyfriend-stealing lowlife—either. Still, there are extenuating circumstances to consider. For one, I liked him first. For another, all’s fair in love and sibling rivalry.

So that my morning won’t be entirely wasted, I close her journal and move on to pillaging her closet. We used to trade clothes constantly, without bothering to ask each other first. When my growth spurt made that impractical, we still shared accessories all the time—BD (Before Deletion), that is. Her new ivory scarf feels soft. I wind it around my neck, lie on her bed so my cheek rests on the angora, and hope for a miracle.

The blue pom-poms hanging on her door look like a pair of punk trolls in need of a haircut. I hate them. Since Eva deserted me for her petite cheerleader friends, I fantasize about slipping bovine growth hormone into their Gatorade. My fave internet advice line says it’s normal for sisters to grow apart during high school. True, we live in the same house, go to the same school, and hang with the same theater-geek crowd. The 24/7 thing can wear on a person. Except we didn’t grow apart. She dumped me, and it hurts.

Eva is one grade ahead of me, a senior in high school. Even BD we pretty much ignored each other in public by mutual consent. When we were alone, though, she used to tell me everything about everything—who kissed with too much saliva, how she had to wear a hoodie around her waist when her tampon leaked, things like that. She stopped spending time with me around Halloween to hang with Bryan. That always happens with a new boyfriend, so I didn’t freak. After Thanksgiving she started acting odd, and then she dissolved and recrystallized into a stranger.

Her door swings open. “Did you forget where your room is?” She tosses her gym bag into the closet. “Oh. Your GPS broke down.”

A National Enquirer headline flashes before my eyes. LITTLE SISTER TURNS INTO A GIANT ZIT ON BIG SISTER’S FOREHEAD. PICTURES INSIDE. She glares at the scarf. I remove it from my neck and set it on the bed. At least she noticed me.

“What do you want?” she asks.

Bryan. A rare bout of self-restraint shuts me up. My big mouth and my conniving side make a sorry twosome.

“I traveled far from a distant land to wait upon your gentle personage,” I say.

She sits on the edge of the bed. “What do you want to talk about, Chub?” The parents mistake her nickname for me as cute, not seeing the jab at my weight. I did plump out in fifth grade before shooting up in seventh, but I lost most of those pounds.

I roll onto my stomach to cover the lingering flab. “Anything. How’s cheerleading?”


A conversation cannot happen through a glass wall. She sees me fine but can’t hear what I’m saying. Maybe louder will work. “Isn’t there something in the whole freaking universe we can talk about?” I shout.

“Cheerleading sucks, actually.”

This unexpected opening knocks me off balance. My silver tongue and I soon recover. “Did something happen?” I ask.

“It’s gotten so competitive.”

“You like competition.” My elbow grazes a hard lump under her down comforter. Is she hiding something in her bed?

“No I don’t. I like to do things well.”

“Like thieving boys, you mean.”

She loads an angsty CD into her stereo and lowers herself into a plié using her ballet barre next to the supersized mirror. “You mean Bryan?” she says after a few dips. “From whom did I thieve him?”

Like she doesn’t know. “Nobody.”

I run my fingers along the edge of the mysterious object under the blanket. A book. Before I can read the title, Eva pounces. She’s the mountain lion to my jogger, pinning me and wrenching the book out of my hands. The back cover rips off in the struggle. I manage to stand up and hold it out of her reach. She gives up and goes back to the barre.

Expecting smut, I read the blurb aloud for maximum embarrassment factor. “‘A beautiful coming-of-age story about a girl who falls in love with another girl and their journey of self discovery.’ . . . Oooh, does Bryan know about your side interests?”

Her face flushes red. “As if a cheerleading babe could be a dyke,” she says.

“I didn’t call you a dyke.”

The old Eva would’ve made a joke of it. Now you know. Just between you and me and the tabloids, Britney Spears and I are lovers.

“Andie lent me the book. The stage tech with the eyeliner.”

“So she’s your secret girlfriend,” I say.

“Don’t be bitchy. Oh, I forgot. You can’t help it.”

Overreactionville. Silly repartee has always been our trademark. The oh-so-thin filter between my brain and mouth fails once again. “You’re the one who’s going off. Maybe you really are gay.”

She comes over to where I’m sitting on the edge of her bed. “You guessed my secret. I wanted to tell you sooner,” she says, taking both of my hands in hers, “but I was afraid. Do you still love me?”

“More than ever,” I say. We embrace. “It’s cool having a lesbian in the family.” The word lesbian rolls out of my mouth like I use it every day.

Another tender moment in the invented life of Roz Peterson.

When I say to Eva, “Maybe you really are gay,” she casts me a scornful glance.

“Reading a book about lesbians doesn’t make you a lesbian,” she says.

My foot taps the floor. When I force it to stop, the other foot takes over the job. “I know that,” I say. “So why did Eyeliner Andie think you’d be interested?”

She pitches her voice low and sweet. “How would I know, Chub?”

I’m not one to give up, especially when common sense dictates I should. “Maybe she has a crush on you.”

“Go away and bother your imaginary friends.”

“What about Carmen?” I ask. Carmen is Eva’s best friend and cheerleading partner. “She’s cute.”

“Though parting be such sweet sorrow . . . get out!”

In elementary school Eva used to beg for my company while she practiced ballet. Of course I was sweeter and more pliable back then. When I was nine, I read aloud five volumes of Little House on the Prairie while she lengthened her arabesque. At the time, I thought she was doing me the favor. On my way out, I turn off Alanis and her whinefest about her self-absorbed life.

“That’s mature,” Eva says.

I roll my eyes and take Andie’s book with me.

Back in my room, I can’t sit still. I pick up the glass butterfly that Eva gave me as a thank-you gift years ago. She couldn’t stand being the center of attention and proposed running away from home to avoid performing the solo assigned to her in our grade school play—Pirouette for a Lacewing. I came up with a better plan. After her grand entrance, I tumbled onstage behind her, somersaulting wildly to distract the crowd.

Maybe Eva really does like girls. That hardly seems like a reason to cut me out of her life, though. And the details don’t support my theory. For one thing—if she has the hots for girls, why the long parade of boyfriends? She’s run through six in the last two years. And for another—the make-out sessions with Bryan look all too real. The butterfly slips from my hand onto the floor. With a little help from Mr. Superglue, it becomes Frankenfly, a blobby and misaligned creation not unlike my life. I throw the whole thing in the trash.

Meet the Author

LAUREN BJORKMAN grew up on a sailboat, sharing the tiny forecastle with her sister and the sail bags. She now lives in Taos, New Mexico, with her husband and two young sons. My Invented Life is her first book.

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My Invented Life 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 16 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Beautiful coming of age story
shortyoa More than 1 year ago
I was looking for a lesbian novels for young adults, there aren't enough if you ask me. This book had me constantly laughing. The narrator's sense of humor is outstanding, as is her character. The story is not predictable, and there are enough twists and turns to keep it interesting. There are typical high school stereotypes here, but they work, and the story is original.
Lawral More than 1 year ago
My Invented Life is a modern retelling of Shakespeare's "As You Like It," but instead of mistaken genders, we have mistaken sexualities. In case you don't get that similarity right away, the characters are also auditioning and rehearsing for a school showing of the play. Much of the book takes place in the big barn behind the school where the theatre geeks hang out and practice. The characterizations of the drama club crowd are pitch-perfect. The major players range from Eva, popular cheerleader who always gets the lead, to Eyeliner Andie, the showy goth chick with the super-skinny, shy boy toy. Amazingly, up until Roz decides to pretend to be queer, there doesn't appear to be any other non-hetero folks in the group. Right before auditions, this tight-knit group (which also includes Roz and her arch-nemesis Carmen) is joined by the drama teacher's nephew, Jonathon. He's new (read: automatically crush-worthy for most of the group), has done something that has gotten him kicked out of his parents house (mysterious bad boy with a serious chip on his shoulder), and African-American (a fact which seems to surprise only Roz). Roz lays claim to him on the basis that he's her next door neighbor, she's the drama teacher's favorite, and she could use a friend. Coming out does not go as she hoped. She gets attention, RoZ iZ a leZ on the bathroom wall, but not the outpouring of love and support she was hoping for, so Roz starts a campaign to educate her classmates about the Kinsey Scale and to make them accept her as a lesbian. For Eva's sake, of course. Even though Eva still won't admit that she's queer (no matter how much Roz tactlessly badgers her about it), Roz keeps up the facade. She and Eva begin to bond again over The L Report (Roz's nightly updates on her "experiment" with lesbianism), Roz gains some new friends (including Jonathon and Eyeliner Andie) and a new understanding of what all those people online mean when they say "sexuality is fluid." This is a cute story with an engaging and memorable cast of characters and a predictably happy ending (if you're familiar with "As You Like It"). It's also a great book about being the only "one" in a crowd, whether by "one" you mean POC, queer, poor kid, goth, whatever. Book source: Philly Free Library
Sarah_Quigley More than 1 year ago
We've all been there. One of our friends thrusts a hardcover into our hands and says, "You have to read this." And you're thinking, "Hmm, yeah, maybe." I try not to be that friend, insisting that people read things just because I liked them. I'm very careful never to say, "Omigod, you've never seen [insert name of awesome movie here]?!" Like it's a personal failing not to have seen that movie. I don't do that. All that being said, I very strongly urge to read My Invented Life by Lauren Bjorkman. Note, I didn't say you have to. I won't be that pushy. But let's say that by not reading it, you are seriously missing out. Ah, how I loved this book. It's the story of Roz and her sister, Eva, two very different girls trying to figure out who they are in a small California town. But it's more than that. There's Shakespeare, in the form of a school production of As You Like It and Bjorkman's highly clever interpretations of many of the Bard's best quotes. There are secrets. Who is gay? Who is straight? Who gets the guy? Who gets the girl? Bjorkman left me guessing right up to the end. My Invented Life is written in such a fresh, funny voice that I often found myself envying Bjorkman's talent and wit. It was a good kind of envy, though. The kind that inspires me to be a better writer. I could go on and on (and I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I did, right, Lauren?), but the book really speaks for itself, so do yourself a huge favor today and pick up a copy.
Syds_Shelf More than 1 year ago
Absolutely hilarious--with as many twists and turns as the school production of Shakespeare's AS YOU LIKE IT which provides the backdrop for the action in this playful romp. The writing is crisp and clever, making the book a quick, fun read. I especially adore the way Bjorkman peppers the story with Shakespearean insults and even includes a glossary of terms in the back of the book. Roz and Eva's sisterly antics ring so true--just the right blend of love and competition. And who couldn't fall in love with Roz whose misguided good intentions lead to all kinds of laugh-out-loud moments. My favorite thing about this book is the way Bjorkman makes us laugh while also making us question our assumptions about people. Ultimately it's a story about complex relationships, figuring out who we are, growing up, and forgiveness. Recommended for teens and adults (and would be wonderful paired with a reading of AS YOU LIKE IT).
TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
Roz and Eva are sisters. Eva is a senior in high school. She is a cheerleader, a talented thespian, and Roz thinks she is perfect. Roz is a junior and she and Eva are super-close sisters. Then Eva suddenly kicks Roz completely out of her life. Roz doesn't know why and she is determined to find out. She believes that Eva has a big secret and she does hilarious things to find out what it is. MY INVENTED LIFE addresses many areas of teen life. Both Eva and Roz explore their sexuality. They compete for the same friends and Roz figures out how self-control is a trait that she needs to work on. I enjoyed the humor and the sweetness of this book and think many will enjoy it.
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Collegiate_Bookworm More than 1 year ago
I'll be honest- I didn't read the full synopsis before I dove into this book. I do that sometimes just to give myself surprises throughout (don't you hate it when the back of the book tells you the whole story?). However, even if I did read the back cover of My Invented Life, I still would have had plenty of surprises throughout this novel. The characters are in a league of their own- daring and cautious all at the same time- all the more reason for them to be "theater geeks". Roz is a protagonist like no other. She wears her heart on her sleeve (literally at some moments) and will do anything- and I certainly mean anything- to show that she's there for her sister. While she's in the process of doing just that, she learns a thing or two about herself as well. To that point, I will say that Bjorkman does an excellent job of showing that Roz isn't cookie- cutter or perfect by any means. She's got a lot of growing up to do. Beyond the characters, the writing is superb. Bjorkman pushed a lot of limits in this novel - from acceptance (of yourself and others), to sexuality, to labels. While she does tackle some of the tougher subjects, she still manages to keep things... hopeful, which you can see through Roz's persistent personality. I think this novel is a must-read for anyone. While you may not relate directly to the characters, this novel is definitely realistic and is full of lessons that get you thinking. Not to mention, Roz is one of the stronger characters I've read, making her somewhat inspirational :)
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ACasualReader More than 1 year ago
Honestly, I wasn't quite sure what I would think about this book. What I found was a ton of laughs with Shakespearean insults, drama, geeks and teens questioning their sexuality. Roz was such a funny character and steals most of the spotlight. She goes to extreme lengths and pulls all kinds of stunts to get her sister Eva to admit the secret she thinks she's hiding. Even though Roz and her sister are completely different, they are extremely competitive with each other and Roz wants nothing more but her sister back so they can be best friends again. One aspect to this story I thought was hilarious were the Shakespearean insults. Take these for example: Sheep-biting moldwarp (more annoying than a horsefly mole) or how about Hedge-born clack-dish (don't be a blabbermouth). Could you imagine the face of the person you would say this to? Try it, it'd probably be hilarious! Another aspect that I thought was funny and at times, was confusing; Roz would play out a scene differently in her own "invented life" if a certain situation happened that she wished would have went another way. I thought Lauren Bjorkman captured the teen voice and the issues of sexuality were dealt with great insight and humor. My Invented Life was a fun and honest book. It was a great depiction of teens understanding and coming to terms with their true identity.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was not at all like it says it is. I thought the characters were anoying and the story was stupid. There wasn't even a defined ending. Nothing major happened, its like the author just stopped writing.