![]() ![]() This book was your run-of-the-mill high school novel. Judging the crap out of people for no real reason. Who uses their school newspaper column to speculate about their secret admirer? And in keeping with the stereotypical profile of Holly, she hates Valentine's Day and proceeds to spew the boring spiel about it being a commercial ploy that everyone has heard from bitter, single people. ![]() ![]() This has to be a joke - I mean, who in the world likes me that much? Making a mockery of me? That I understand. And the columns were not only stupid, but she used them like a freakin' diary: As far as her column goes.who the hell are we kidding? Maybe 10% of the book focused on Holly's role with the whole school newspaper thing. Every other sentence ended in an exclamation point, giving me the impression that she screamed all the time. ![]() Her dialogue wasn't the least bit believable. It was so impossible to have sympathy for her as she complained about going to Las Vegas for Christmas and whined about being given money to buy her own Christmas presents. Holly fulfills every aspect of the teenage girl stereotype. She thinks she knows everything, everyone else is so lame, her parents are the worst people to ever undertake the task of parenting, and high school totally sucks. Holly is a stuck-up, whiny, stereotypical teenage brat. ![]()
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