If you think the title gives away the plot, it doesn't. That's just the beginning.

A schoolgirl feels trapped in her safe, clean life. The local bad boy rescues her from her ennui one day. He proceeds to disintegrate life as she knows it, starting with the point-blank murder of her boyfriend. From there, they quickly spin into a world of anarchy.

What makes this teen angst-turned-crime caper different is how close to home her personal reflections hit. You think "That's me!" and then realize she's just murdered a guy, just because. The book is liberally peppered with such lines as,

"So I thought, why not? I want to be a wildchild before it's too late."

and

"I know what you're thinking. Rebellion is all very well but does it really include becoming a blonde bimbo? What you have to understand is that I'm not real anymore. I'm just a figment of his imagination. I'm no longer responsible."

Move over Sylvia Plath, Esther Greenwood (The Bell Jar) just got hip.