Pina's friends think that she’s lucky: her family is happy and her parents are free-spirited. But sometimes Pina wonders who the grown-up is, her or her mother. When she chances upon an email with some devastating information, everything Pina thought she knew about life and love unravels. Can her family survive what she has discovered? Two siblings, two boys, two cities, three generations, four friends. How many versions of the truth?
|Publisher:||Random House Australia|
|Product dimensions:||5.30(w) x 8.20(h) x 0.80(d)|
|Age Range:||12 Years|
About the Author
Maria Pallotta-Chiarolli is the author of Someone You Know and the coauthor of Boys' Stuff and Girls' Talk.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
An exploration of how a teen comes to grips with the reality of who her mother is...In some places, this was a completely heart-touching, endearing story. It explores what it takes to achieve happiness - the ability to make a choice you know that others would not, and to embrace that choice.... to deal with the pain that choice will likely bring you, even though it also brings great joy. I admit. I cried.In other places, though, this is a completely shallow, cookie-cutter prone story of the gaps of generations. A grandmother is bitter and feels no good has come of her children. A mother wants her happiness, but is willing for forgo it for the happiness of the generation above and the generation below. A daughter wants happiness, has it neatly handed to her on a plate, but refuses to accept it, and instead has all of the unjustified angst and anger of a spoiled teen. The use of what felt like nothing more than stereotypical characters and plot movements made the book flippant. See the above definitions of three primary characters. Throw in a poor encounter with a member of the opposite sex. Add the teen's escape to her uncle's house, via a bus ride where she meets a sage old woman. Introduce a character for no more than 10 pages, who touches her heart, gives her a sappy gift, and then promptly dies.I wanted to love this book, this girl, this family. I didn't necessarily hate them, but neither did I feel connected in the way I wanted. Perhaps it has more to do with not being an Italian-Australian teen. Perhaps. I'll let myself believe that is why.