First of all-I was the 5000th reader (and reviewer), and I deserve credit.
Moving on. You see recently I read flipped, TFIOS, Anna and the FK, Fangirl, etc. and I adored all of them. So as apart of my new venture into the genre of Coming of age, and realistic fiction, this was next on my list. And it had everything a novel needs- the tag of a famous author, the rec of a famous author, a adorable cover, and a cute blurb- except one thing. An actual plot. Maybe coming of age books are supposed to be like this- you know, all angst, and confusion, and the myriad of feelings the protagonist can never figure out- but I didn't really like that. It was a crazed and unexciting mix of Mean Girls cliches, boys-next-door, Crushes, AA, pathetic families, small towns and "best-boy-hates-her-then-loves-her" theme. It was just the primary cuteness and the "awww" feeling which kinda coerced me to give a respectable rating. However in-spite of all its faults and flaws, its a endearing and sweet book, the kind that makes you feel nice, and warm and fuzzy all over.
Annemarie Wilcox, or Shug as her family calls her, is beginning to think there's nothing worse than being twelve. She's too tall, too freckled, and way too flat-chested. Shug is sure that there's not one good or amazing thing about her. And now she has to start junior high, where the friends she counts most dear aren't acting so dear anymore -- especially Mark...
Shug's voice is very strong and determined. Being subjected to a volley of comments, she doesn't at any point lose her inherent cheerfulness and helpful nature. The other characters in the book, especially her Mama, play complex roles, and one that are influential on Shug's impressionable mind. Shug's life is hard and pressing with her mother being irresponsible and overly careless, but shug doesn't lose it. The redeeming factor of this book was Shug and her voice, which charms the reader.
“Some girls are pretty, and it’s like they were destined for it. They were meant to be pretty, and as for the rest of us, well, we get to exist on the outer edges of life. It’s like moths. They’re the same as butterflies, aren’t they? They’re just gray. They can’t help being gray, they just are. But butterflies, they’re a million different colors, yellow and emerald and cerulean blue. They’re pretty. Who’d dare kill a butterfly? I don’t know of a single soul who’d lift a finger against a butterfly. But most anybody would swat at a moth like it was nothing, and all because it isn’t pretty. Doesn’t seem fair, not at all.”
Though the ending wasn't one I'd go for for its predictable nature, I liked it. Tho it does raise some doubt about that cover. WHO IS HE?!!!
I'm definitely aiming for more of Jenn's books after this. So cute. :)