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Poison Ivy

Poison Ivy

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by Amy Goldman Koss

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When three popular girls go on trial in Government class for their ruthless bullying of a girl named Ivy, it seems like the misfit will finally get her revenge. Eight first-person narrators give different versions of the event: Ivy—this victim doesn't want revenge, she just wants to be left alone; Ann—she's the beautiful, but infamously cruel, leader


When three popular girls go on trial in Government class for their ruthless bullying of a girl named Ivy, it seems like the misfit will finally get her revenge. Eight first-person narrators give different versions of the event: Ivy—this victim doesn't want revenge, she just wants to be left alone; Ann—she's the beautiful, but infamously cruel, leader of the bullies; Marco—he may be the only person involved who has any morals, but he's also the target of Ann's persuasive affections; Daria—Ivy's painfully shy lawyer doesn't stand a chance; Bryce—the goofy court reporter knows all the real dirt, even if he doesn't care; Cameron—he sleeps through the proceedings but might wake up just in time to make a difference; Wayne—a true devotee of the legal process, too bad he's on the sidelines; and Faith—as the only witness for the prosecution, it all comes down to her. But where do her loyalties lie?

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Koss (The Girls), with a fascinating premise, uses the authentic voices of eight diverse teens to create a "mock trial" in an American Government class. When loner Ivy confesses to her teacher that she has been taunted and teased for years by pretty, popular Ann and her sidekicks ("The Evil Three have been after me, feeding off me since fourth grade"), the woman sees the situation as an opportunity to model their study of the judicial system. The names of the lawyers for the plaintiff and defendants are randomly chosen from a paper bag, followed by the rather tedious process of selecting a jury. Distinct personalities emerge from the narratives of the principle players: self-protectively aloof Ivy, who frequently uses fish analogies to describe herself ("so I swam upstream, alone against the current"); painfully shy and insecure Daria (the "best student"), who reluctantly assumes the role of Ivy's attorney; reflective, even-handed Marco, who is simultaneously entranced and disgusted by Ann; and the manipulative villainess herself, a study in superficiality and spite. The interactions among the students in and out of the "courtroom" offer readers intriguing and often disturbing perspectives on popularity, peer pressure, bullying and fairness. In the end, Marco best articulates the outcome: "Beauty wins and truth is irrelevant. Grim, isn't it?" Yes. And, in these pages, it's all too convincing. Ages 11-up. (Mar.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
I liked the format and the topic of this book. It was written like a trial, and it was interesting to read each student's perception about school. Unfortunately the book wasn't descriptive enough, and it was difficult to understand exactly what occurred. Some of the characters were unrealistic and I did not enjoy reading about them. The topic of bullying is a good one for eighth and ninth graders, but the book fails to deliver. VOYA CODES: 3Q 3P M J S (Readable without serious defects; Will appeal with pushing; Middle School, defined as grades 6 to 8; Junior High, defined as grades 7 to 9; Senior High, defined as grades 10 to 12). 2006, A Deborah Brodie Book/Roaring Brook, 176p., Ages 11 to 18.
—Liza M. David, Teen Reviewer
Children's Literature
The high school American Government teacher wants to have a mock trial in class with her students. No one wants to volunteer to be part of it. Nevertheless, one event leads to another and the trial concerning "Poison" Ivy and those that bully her begins. The author has a unique writing style and lets the reader see the firsthand account of each main character in the book by using his or her own words to tell the story. Read how each teen does not want to be part of this trial and voices his opinion about what is going on. Find out what the main character, Ivy, learns about her classmates and teacher. See how each person has their own flaws and how they feel about themselves and their ability in the trial. Read about a scheme that is going on with one of the characters so she can look good in the end. Through the plotting and conspiring, the readers will see if true justice prevails in the end. This attention-grabbing book will keep the reader turning the pages until the end. Children will take pleasure in reading about Ivy and the other characters. They will find that these characters may represent some of their classmates in their own school. 2006, Deborah Brodie Book/Roaring Book Press, Ages 12 to 17.
—Cathi I. White
School Library Journal
Gr 6-9-Ivy has been a victim of relentless bullying for years. Nicknamed "Poison Ivy" by Ann, Benita, and Sophie in fourth grade, she can hardly remember what it was like to be just plain Ivy. When earnest Ms. Gold, the middle school American government teacher, finds a depressing poem written by Ivy, she decides to put "The Evil Three" on trial for bullying. She is hoping to create a perfect learning experience to illustrate the American judicial system to the class-and possibly to teach the three girls a lesson. What Ms. Gold does not count on, however, is the power of popular kids and the resulting political leverage. Students are assigned roles: counsel for the plaintiff, process server, judge, jury, etc. The action is related through the multiple voices of the major figures in the mock trial proceedings, and readers see many personalities emerge in the alternate chapters. Of particular interest is the relationship among "The Evil Three." Ann, the leader, clearly enjoys the status that Benita and Sophie give her in their roles as bystanders in the bullying process. Realistic dialogue and fast-paced action will hold interest, and the final verdict is unsettling, but not unexpected. This book will be useful for class discussions along with Koss's The Girls (Dial, 2000), another realistic and equally effective look at the agonizing bullying of a classmate.-Jennifer Ralston, Harford County Public Library, Belcamp, MD Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Ivy hands the perfect crime to a teacher aching to have a mock trial to educate the students about the legal system. Cut and dried, she's been picked on, bullied and emotionally abused for ages by the "Anns." When Ms. Gold sees an opportunity, she makes the most of it and in no time, has attorneys appointed, the judge selected and, after some negotiation, a jury of peers. Well, no one wants to be Ivy's peer, really. Told in a series of transcripts that are the statements of the interested parties, including Ann, Benita and Sophia, also known as the "Evil Three," Koss delivers the crushing and thoughtless cruelty of adolescents with great accuracy. The words of one of the jurors tell it all: "Popularity is the wrong word. Popularity means everyone likes you. But no one likes sour popular girls; it's more about fear. The word for them is powerful more than popular. Think soulless zombies; think living dead, hungry for fresh blood. If anything I bet my fellow jurors were afraid they'd become the Anns' next victim if they got caught sympathizing with Ivy." (Fiction. 11-14)
From the Publisher

“The message is clear: beauty, popularity, and fear are the trinity by which girls rule, and although most teenagers aren't cruel, many are indifferent to the suffering of their peers and are thankful they aren't the ones in the spotlight. . . . compelling reading for teenagers in the trenches.” —Booklist

“[Koss] uses the authentic voices of eight diverse teens to create a "mock trial" in an American Government class. . . . The interactions among the students in and out of the "courtroom" offer readers intriguing and often disturbing perspectives on popularity, peer pressure, bullying and fairness. In the end, Marco best articulates the outcome: ‘Beauty wins and truth is irrelevant. Grim, isn't it?' Yes. And, in these pages, it's all too convincing.” —Publishers Weekly

“Realistic dialogue and fast-paced action will hold interest, and the final verdict is unsettling, but not unexpected.” —School Library Journal

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Poison Ivy

By Amy Goldman Koss

Roaring Brook Press

Copyright © 2006 Amy Goldman Koss
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62672-382-5



I'll tell you what I can, but to be honest, I wasn't paying much attention at first. I half remember Gold wanting to do a mock trial, since we were studying the judicial system and all that. She asked if any of us had any conflicts that we'd like to try in class, but no one did.

She brought it up a few more times but got the same nothing, so I thought that was that. I figured the whole scheme was just Gold's pathetic attempt to wrangle a Teacher of the Year kinda thing or get a raise or whatever. That's what it smelled like to me: a publicity stunt.

But what do I know?

Then the stuff with Ivy and the Anns came up, and it took off from there. It's my guess that Ivy was just looking for a little sympathy. My dad says half the cases clogging the courts are folks who want an apology from people too stubborn to apologize.

But this case wasn't that simple, and it wasn't a very pretty story, so if you're looking for "nice," you better ask someone else. On the other hand, if it's the truth you're after, I'll give it a shot.




It was the end of the day, so all the fish swam in the same direction: out to the breeding grounds. Moving together as the connected scales of one cold, single-minded sea beast. I'd lost track of my binder, however, so I swam upstream, alone against the current. Way off course, like those whales who end up panting in terror, waiting to die on dry sand. Seagulls shriek and circle. Flies appear out of nowhere to swarm. To a whale, flies and gulls are bizarre, nightmarish beings from an alien dimension: air creatures!

I felt a tap on my shoulder and assumed, with a spasm of dread, that it was The Evil Three. I pretended I'd mistaken the tap for a stray flick of a passing fish tail. Then a firmer tap and my name spoken in a voice that belonged to none of them. I turned to see tiny Ms. Gold, my American Government teacher, struggling to keep up with me through the mash of fins and gills.

I stopped dead and so did she. The stream of students surged past us. Ms. Gold looked up at me and said, "Ivy, have you got a minute?"

I said, "Sure," although the only thing I was sure of was that I'd miss my bus. I could call a cab, but the driver would have to wait while I ran inside to ransack Mom's underwear drawer for money to pay him. Or I could hitchhike home — and probably end up as fertilizer on some psycho pervert's veggie patch, haunting his zucchini.

All Ms. Gold heard was my "sure."

She answered, "Good," and motioned for me to follow her back to the classroom.

When we got there, Ms. Gold sat at Shannon's desk. I took Bryce Winsky's seat next to her. Then Ms. Gold eased open her notebook, took out a sheet of paper, and slid it over to me.

Oh! How'd she get that? Should I act like I didn't recognize it? Run? Say it wasn't mine?

Before I'd settled on a reaction, Ms. Gold said, "Ivy, dear, I find this very distressing. Would you like to talk about it?"

My eye skimmed the page. Not good. The part about wanting to float belly-up. The lines about being spit out by the tide to bleach, beached on the sand, going dry, feeding flies. No, it didn't sound good.

"It's not how it looks," I said.

Ms. Gold nodded.

"It's not like it was a suicide note or anything," I insisted. "I swear! It was more just a poem kind of thing. A joke almost."

She shook her head, not buying it. I noticed that her teeny feet barely grazed the floor.

I could imagine her showing it to my parents. Them blaming each other. They'd reel in the school shrink and who knows how many other "experts." I figured I'd better start treading, and treading fast.

"I was so tired of being treated like dirt that I'd just had enough there for a second," I explained.

And that's how it all started. I told Ms. Gold how The Evil Three have been after me, feeding off me since fourth grade. How they'd practically moved inside my skull, making me hear their insults even when they're nowhere around. For instance, they've been calling me "Poison Ivy" for so long that when I refer to myself as just Ivy, it sounds blunt and shortened, even to my own ears. That's how bad it has gotten.

If I were older, I could move away. But for now, I'm stuck with nowhere to turn. I told her all that and more. I told her that Ann was the worst of them, getting right up in my face to sing lead-mean while Benita and Sophie cackled the do-wop backup curse.

I let loose a gush of self-pity — and it felt good. Like finally letting rip with a monumental fart. I told Ms. Gold what The Evil Three did to me on the Catalina Island trip, and I told her about the time they wrote that stuff about me on the board. I rained on and on until I felt light as a cloud and temporarily empty of hate.

Was that weightless, floaty feeling worth what followed? The jury's still out on that one. But Ms. Gold had been itching for a trial, and maybe I always knew that when she went trolling around in the waters, she'd net me.


Bringing Suit

ANN — The Accused

Can you believe that poisonous little weed? Was I entirely right to hate her guts or what? She must've gone to Ms. G and cried, and told her I'm only the worst person since Osama bin Laden. Benita and Sophie too, but mostly me! And now everyone thinks this entire trial thing is such a hoot and I'm all, like, "What? Is this even legal?"

We were minding our own business when Ms. G nabbed us in the hall before class and said it had come to her attention — which meant Ivy told her — that Benita and me and Sophie have been — get this —"emotionally abusing" a classmate. Ms. G says she has two possible courses of action. One is to report us to Big Bad Broccoli — our illustrious principal, with her zero tolerance policy — so we could be suspended, if not expelled, and our war crimes stamped on our records to permanently screw up our lives.

Or, Ms. G said, we could skip Broccoli and do this little trial thing in class. My friends and I would be tried by a jury of our peers.

Some choice. I call it blackmail! So I said, "You call that a choice?"

And all Ms. G had to say for herself was, "Well, Ann, dear (I love the dear) you will have legal representation to look out for your rights."

And I'm all, like, "Excuse me?"

And how were Benita and Sophie about this? Ticked? Pissed? Insulted, like reasonable people would be? Not. Beni was high off the — I don't know what — attention? fame? You wouldn't believe how giddy she seemed about the whole stupid — if not out-and-out criminally insane — trial thing.

And Sophie was as paralyzed as if she'd been injected with frozen Botox. A perfect ice sculpture!

I hate to say that my sister was right, but it's true, my gal pals don't exactly burn brightly. Nope, no high beams here.

Anyway, where was I?

Oh yeah. So, the rest of the kids show up for class and Ms. G gives them a pansied-down version of what she'd told me and B and Soph. She tried to make it sound educational, since we've been studying the justice system and like that, but it's a feeble ploy. She's just trying to cover up her sicko plot to make me suffer. Ms. G was probably a total gnat in middle school and this is her revenge!

Meanwhile, my genius classmates adore the idea, of course. What's not to love? They get to burn me and my friends at the stake and watch us scream, while they have less than nothing to lose. And all this in front of Marco, the only halfway interesting boy in this whole stinking school! Of course this has to happen in one of the only two classes I have with him. I guess on the good side, if there could be a good side in this mess, which I totally doubt, at least this'll force Marco to notice me.

Did I mention that he's gorgeous? Black hair, blue eyes — my favorite combo. And he's tall but not towering, with glasses that make him look intensely brilliant, and he dresses dark. Not all gelled and studded and Look how cool I am! Just plain black. I think he seems older, kind of mysterious, maybe. And he keeps to himself and doesn't run in a pack, although all the guys like him.

I guess you can tell I've got it bad.

Okay, back to the trial. Ms. Gold had everyone (except Beni, Soph, me, and, of course, Poison Ivy) drop their names into a paper bag. Then Ms. G had Beni pull a name to be our legal representation, which meant lawyer.

I crossed my fingers and silently prayed, Marco! imagining me and him having long, steamy late-night meetings, planning our legal strategy.

But does Benita pick Marco? No. Guess whose name she gets instead. Owen Anderson! Can you stand it? Owen of all people. He's such an egomaniac, thinks he's so hot. And he's not even that cute. We went out for a while last year and it was all about him! The live-action, nonstop Owen Anderson show. After maybe five minutes, I'd had enough of that, but he told everyone he dumped me! As if!

Then it's Toxic Poison's turn to reach in and she draws Daria for her lawyer. Doesn't that just entirely figure? Daria's only the best student in the class. Actually, I think she got the best marks or scores or something, in all of Sea View not just our weenie grade but Southern California or whatever. That's why everyone calls her "Einstein." She's not exactly personality-plus, but still, brains count for something in the law biz, right?

Then, in case that doesn't reek enough, Ms. G pulls Jeremy's name out of the bag to be the judge! And the entire class dies.

Especially that dork-wad Wayne Martin. He gets all frazzed and goes, "This total disregard of aptitude or qualifications is absurd! Surely a less arbitrary selection procedure is warranted in a situation like this!" That's how he talks. I guess he thinks he should've been the judge, by rights of know-it-all-ness. And for once I practically agree with him, at least for sure compared to Jeremy!

We may as well just shoot ourselves right now because not only is Jeremy a total and complete goat turd, but everyone knows he hates Benita ever since she laughed, blowing Pepsi snot-rockets at him, when he asked her out. But to be fair, who could blame her? And now he'll probably give her the death penalty, and me and Sophie along with her!

This is so gross. I hate it here. I hate everyone. I hate Ms. G And I totally hate that infectious Poison Ivy even more than I did before, if that's even humanly possible.

DARIA — Counsel for the Plaintiff

I'm really and truly sorry. I'd like to help you, but even thinking about talking about it makes me queasy. That wasn't my proudest moment; although, I'm not so sure that if I had a chance to do it over, I'd do any better now.

I don't know how to correct the past, the best I can do is attempt to erase it. I doubt I'll convince myself that events went otherwise than precisely as they did, or manage to forget a single moment of the whole horrific ordeal. But I have to try.

I suppose I could save my money in hopes of having my memories surgically erased someday. Would a lobotomy work? Shock treatments? Wasn't there a movie like that?

But even if I could alter my recollection of reality, I could never change the facts. And possibly the worst fact of all is who I am — the precise concoction of phobias and fixations that created the mess that is me, and by extension, made such a dismal disaster of the entire trial.

I'm sorry. Really I am. But you see what talking about it does to me.


Gold — that's the teacher — asked who knew the difference between a civil trial and a criminal trial and not even Wayne Martin raised his hand, which was weird.

"It was thoroughly covered in your text," Gold said with her particularly annoying brand of sarcasm. "The chapters you supposedly read over the weekend?"

Still no hands. So, of course, Gold called on Einstein. And, of course, Einstein knew the answer. That's how she got her name in the first place. I don't know about anyone else, but I could barely hear anything that girl said. Either I'm going deaf or she talks in a range that only dogs, and teachers, can hear.

No matter, I knew I could ask my dad later. He was all over that stuff. He went to law school, even though he didn't end up practicing law. And if he was busy, worse comes to worst, I suppose I could read the chapters.

I don't know why I bothered, but I tried to tell Gold how the Tlingit people use circle talk to settle their arguments instead of suing. But she cut me off, saying, "This is American Government class, Marco. We'll do it the American way."

"Tlingits are Americans," I said, even though I knew she wasn't listening. "They're an Inuit tribe," I added. "Eskimos in Alaska? Alaska, America?"

"Take your seat, Marco," Gold demanded, covering her stupidity. I bet she's one of those mainlanders who think Alaska and Hawaii are wannabe states. States clomping around in Daddy's big shoes, playing pretend.

Some teachers prefer their students dumb and smarmy, kids who'll say Oh gee! I hope I'm as smart as you someday! Some teachers fawn over the Einstein, Wayne Martin megabrains. Others go for the power-elite — ruling class — popular kids. But so far, there's never been a teacher who likes the kind of kid I am — whatever that is. Not that I care. I'm only stating a fact.

But this one, Ms. Gold, wasn't only indifferent toward me, she hated my guts. I swear I don't know why. My dad says I shouldn't take it personally. He thinks maybe I remind her of a guy who dumped her, or of someone who gave her grief way back. My mom thinks I'm probably imagining the whole thing. But she also says I might as well get used to dealing with different personalities because the world is crawling with freaks.

I considered going to the principal to ask for a schedule change, but Ms. Brock is even crabbier than Gold.

DARIA — aka Einstein

I've given it more thought.

Apparently shock treatments and frontal lobotomies aren't performed routinely on minors in this part of California. And my own efforts haven't made a dent in my nightmares. So, perhaps if you and I discuss it, our conversations will double as low-cost psychotherapy, and help me put the whole unspeakable business behind me.

What I'm trying to say is, I think it's worth a try, if you're still willing.

* * *

The beginning ... Well, starting way back, Ms. Gold wanted to have a trial in class about something real. It could not be a criminal trial, of course, since we supposedly didn't break any actual laws. But a civil trial, meaning between two individuals, as opposed to between an individual and the state. She repeatedly asked the class if there were any conflicts we'd like to resolve, or any differences that needed to be settled. But no one came forth.

It's interesting, on reflection, that I didn't even think of the Ivy situation, and as far as I know, no one else did either. Perhaps we were simply too close to it. On some level, we were all so accustomed to Ivy being mistreated that we didn't even recognize it as wrong.

Therefore, when Ms. Gold announced Ivy as the subject of our trial, I thought, of course! It was inexcusable how long she had been enduring torment, and something absolutely should be done to stop her tormentors. Then when Benita, one of Ivy's enemies, drew Owen's name to be the attorney for the defense, I approved even more. Owen was ideal for this — he thrives on attention and he's smart, in his own way.

But when Ivy drew my name out of the bag to be her attorney, my insides screamed, No!

Ms. Gold chirped, "Congratulations, Daria!" Then, seeing the horror on my face, she added, "You'll do fine, dear." And she rolled on, leaving me breathless with dread. You'll have to ask someone else what happened next, because I was too upset to notice.

I was certain Ms. Gold was aware of my ... handicap, so I couldn't fathom why she would make me do this. My name had no business being in that bag. If I had no legs, would she have insisted that I dance? Was she insensitive or an outright sadist?

I didn't actually say or do anything, but panic and anger boiled and heaved inside me. Within the privacy of my skull, I berated Ms. Gold for not asking for volunteers or nominations to take the part of Ivy's attorney. Wayne Martin being the obvious choice. He is obsessed with rules and law, and even totes around a briefcase instead of a backpack. Further, Wayne has a profound natural — or unnatural — distance from normal human interaction, surrounded as he is by a moat of formal icy waters.

There'd been a mix-up at the holy distributor of life events and I'd been mistakenly assigned the role Wayne had been preparing for, in his own peculiar way, all his life. It was crystal clear to me that this error could, should, and must be corrected immediately.

I resolved to march up to Ms. Gold's desk after class, to suggest — strongly suggest — that she appoint Wayne Martin to his rightful place as Ivy's attorney — instead of me. Surely she'd see what a perfect fit he was, and conversely, what a ragged, misshapen misfit I would be in this particular puzzle. Yes! One look at Wayne Martin and it would be settled. Disaster averted, peace restored.


Excerpted from Poison Ivy by Amy Goldman Koss. Copyright © 2006 Amy Goldman Koss. Excerpted by permission of Roaring Brook Press.
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Meet the Author

Amy Goldman Koss is the author of several highly praised teen novels including The Girls, an ALA Best Book for Young Adults, an ALA Quick Picks Top Ten selection, and an IRA Young Adult Choice; and The Cheat, an IRA-CBC Children's Choice. Poison Ivy was praised by The Horn Book for its "honesty and unforgettable voice" and by Publishers Weekly as "fascinating and intriguing." She lives in Glendale, CA, with her family.

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Poison Ivy 3.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
teacher-j-mo More than 1 year ago
Just when this book was getting warmed up, it ended. There could have been so much more accomplished with this premise, I'm sad to see the author took the easy way out and gave the expected, predictable storyline. The characters were one-dimensional, as was the plot.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It ended like the author just wanted to get rid of the book. Almost like she didn't even wanted to work on it any more. There could've been so much more interesting ending but she just cut the story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Normally, I hate novels with more than three POVs, but I had no trouble differentiating between all of these characters. (I always have a hard time with Jodi Picoult trial books). They are all very unique and different and it doesn't take a long time to pick up on it. I loved the plot, and most of the characters, but the ending made me throw the book on the ground because it was so frustrating. It bothered me that Ann was such an unrealistic, selfish character. It also bothered me that Ivy was hardly depressed or upset after all this time. He coping method was interesting, but I don't really think it was enough. I also wish that there had been some type of conclusion between Ivy and the struggle with her mother. It was one of the loose strings in the book that never really tied up. Despite my criticisms, I really did like this book. I'm nearly 17 and I know that this book was aimed a younger range, but I still loved it the same. I really related to Marco in his frustration over the whole thing, and I thought that his thoughts were really well written.
Firebolt More than 1 year ago
I was engrossed by the storyline and wanted to read more. Next thing I knew it ended with a half decent ending and a frown on my face. Ivy's description of her life was very touching, but her stupid complaints on the trail has got to stop! I don't want to read her constant moaning about the trail taking place! I wished the author took on a deeper perspective of Ivy. Not only Ivy moans but Ivy's lawyer, Daria moans too! I understand her phobia of public speaking, but that is what all she talks about. Reading her dialect makes myself more annoyed with the girl than I did before. Apart from the complaints of the trail taking place, the author displayed a well, but not quite there novel. I wish it ended differently. This book could been better.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book really shows how power takes all. Hoping that good will conquer evil, this multi-insights story leaves readers with a, although expected, twist at the end. As for the narrow, gritty part, the writing, was just alright. I felt myself sometimes wondering when something was change or happen, showing how static this story is. So, I do wonder if static is good?
Kriable More than 1 year ago
High school students recollect a mock trial that was thrust upon them by an overzealous government teacher. The trial consists of one bullied girl with some very interesting coping mechanisms bringing suit against her attackers. The attackers, of course, are three popular girls who comfortably perch atop their high school¿s social hierarchy. Without saying too much, things do not go well for any of the trail's participants. But, you know what, life isn't fair, high school even more so. In response to the criticism that the book lacks resolution, so does adolescence. I'm just grateful to finally see a book that reflects all this.
threadbee More than 1 year ago
Like drummers marching to a different beat, high school is like a fish pond or bowl full of all kinds of fish. Ivy feels like a fish out of water, or at least a fish swimming to a different wave. When her teacher at school presents her with a teaching/learning situation, Ivy is cornered into a confrontation with the bullies. She would prefer to swim away, not that I could blame her. In fact, it seems that all the the fish would prefer to swim away and not acknowledge that bullying or mistreatment actually exist. The author has presented a timeless story that addresses and sums up the indifference and apathy of society, and that it is no different in high school. My conclusion, can the reader take away from this story a desire to obliterate injustice, indifference and apathy and make a difference in their own lives when faced with people who are mistreated. I enjoyed the story.
Deborah Fleet, MLS Librarian
Guest More than 1 year ago
The book begins with a letter from the author (?) to the superintendent of schools in regards to the American Government teacher who conducted a mock trial in her classroom. What follows is the recollection of the students involved. Although I read it to the end, I kept waiting for some redeeming value or point to this book. There was none. As the author simply ends the book with an excerpt from 'Ann', the leader of the Evil Three. Gloating over the fact that she can do anything to anybody and has so little regard for anybody but herself. Should the author at least not have included a letter back from the Superintendent of Schools stating what actions were going to be taken against the Evil Three? The author seems to be complaining about the teacher allowing this trial to take place, not the real problem. Could this author actually be 'Ann'?
TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
Ivy has been teased and bullied every day since the fourth grade by three very popular girls at school. Ms. Gold wants to have a mock trial in her government class. She decides that Ivy should sue the evil three. All Ivy wants is an apology and to be left alone. Told through eight different voices, this book is about the trial. Not only is Ivy a victim, but we also are told the story of Daria, the painfully shy student who ends up representing Ivy in the trial even though she doesn't want to. What I had a hard time with was the indifference of the bystanders, those who see the abuse every day but decide they can't or won't do anything about it. I also had a hard time with the teacher, who delights in seeing her students squirm. But I believe that bullies need to be stood up to - and not only by the victim, but by all of society. This illustrates the fact that when kids see bullying done to others they also need to stand up for what is right and not let them get away with it. POISON IVY, I believe, is an important book which should be read in junior high and discussed in classrooms across the United States.