E. Lockhart is amazing. She took the gender-role of teenage girls and flipped it on it's ear. She gave us a smart character (mentally) who is still a teenage girl who wants and needs to be accepted socially. So when we see her making boneheaded choices, it makes sense and we feel bad for her and root for her because we know she can do better. And then, slowly, great pacing BTW, Lockhart and her protagonist Frankie Landau-Banks slam the reader with a joyful heaping of anarachy from Landau-Banks mind not her body. The end is a little cheesy, but the rest is so strong that I can hardly quibble with 2 pages of "The Moral of the Story."