She’s in a group of the Pretty People (seriously, that’s what they call themselves). She’s blond-haired, with the perfect body. She is the *hair flips* cheerleader in the school squad. (I don’t want people thinking I’m eating my feelings.) And then I make my way to the Pretty People table. The Summary: I’m almost at the lip of the dining room entrance when, at the last minute, I lop off half the mountain of mashed potatoes. Really, this book is just fucking horrible. Some sickeningly hot, captain-of-the-football-team guy.which they proceed to fight over. We’ve been best friends since the first grade, and he’s just some guy. A view that females should be submissive within a relationshipĥ. Guess who she’ll end up with! Gasp! Shock!Ĥ. The sad thing is that I’d pick the brainless asshole jock over the stalker. A love triangle between an asshole jock and a creepy (but hot) stalker. Despite the fact that she has the 3rd highest GPA in school. A stupid, shallow, bitchy cheerleader stereotype, which wouldn’t be so bad except that it’s the fucking main characterĢ. It makes much-reviled works of art like Twilight read like the fucking Magna Carta.ġ. This book is a cesspool of insipidity into which there is no return. “You’re sick, you know.”Meet your main characters! She's a brainless cheerleader and he's a stalker! Double ugh! I’m suddenly acutely aware that I’m straddling him-wearing a micromini and heels, no less-and I can’t roll off him fast enough.
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