Sacha Mardou

Oh, this is sooo horrible. I was initially drawn in by what I thought would be an examination of the main character's interaction with the Jehovah's Witnesses. But that aspect of the story was pretty quickly dismissed and then it turned into a typical teen angst story with lots of crushes and awkward sexuality. I was thinking of stopping reading around page 70 but thought I'd push through to the end since it wasn't very long. That was a stupid, stupid choice on my part. Literally, the second half of the book is just the main character walking around on an acid trip. She stares at litter on the ground and believe she is finding direction and making profound connections. I'm left with the unsettling feeling that the author is endorsing drug use. "Look how interesting drugs can make even the most inane or crappiest aspects of your life!" Or maybe, by making the reader suffer through 90 pages of garbage, the author hopes to make the reader realize drugs are a bad thing. In the end, I do not know and I really don't care. And since I didn't bother to read the back of the book before I began, I did not realize this was the first part of a series and that pushing through to the end of this odious work would leave me without an actual ending. A preview of the next volume shows the main character being forced into some sort of awful drug rehab. I almost want to read it to see her suffer for the ordeal she put me through in reading about her in this bad, bad book. But I'm not that stupid.… (plus d'informations)