Allison Avery is the middle child in the perfect Avery family, and the only one who isn't perfect. She's smack in the middle of brilliant, hardworking Quinn and charmed, adorable Phoebe. She's the one her father has to read parenting books about, and has to count to ten and take deep breaths when he talks to her. She's the one her grandmother, after complimenting the looks of both her sisters, called interesting.
Allison moves through school hidden behind bangs and sweatshirts, trailing in the shadow of her best friend Jade who constantly puts her down. She's unnoticed. She's nobody. And she hates it.
That's when the devil shows up in a dream, and offers to make her gorgeous, for a price. He doesn't want her soul, though. He wants her cellphone. Allison hardly believes it, but then her cellphone starts going nuts, and she thinks--maybe there's something to all of this, after all.
And then Roxie Green enters her life. Roxie Green from New York, ex-model, exciting and funny and for some reason interested in Allison. With Roxie, Allison feels more exciting and more interesting. When Allison cuts school to accompany Roxie to the tryouts of a modeling competition--and gets a callback--she begins to realize that this gorgeous thing may be spiralling a little far out of her control. How far is Allison willing to go in the pursuit of being somebody?
Rachel Vail's teen voice is, as always, spot on. When this book is being Allison's inner voice (or her outer voice), it wins spectacularly. But the devil element threw me a little.
I'll be the first person to say I love a little supernatural in my books, especially when it's mixed in with a great teen voice. But the devil element in this book threw me for a loop. The Avery books (at least as they started out in Lucky) feel so grounded in the real world and reality that it seems a little silly that part of the plot is driven by a deal with the devil. The elements of feeling like a nobody, of wanting to beautiful, of feeling like the only useless one in a perfect family, of being constantly belittled by a supposed friend--these are all real-world things, that feel honest and true and right. The devil element--just didn't work for me. It felt like a contrived plot device to make Allison's cellphone go wild and do things she would never do herself. And her epiphany at the end about what the cellphone really stands for--I guess it works in a cellphone dependant generation, but still felt more like cleverness than truth to me.
I love the voice, and that's this book's saving grace. Even though Allison drove me over a wall more than half the time, my heart goes out to her. But it was harder to empathize when most of her troubles were stemming from a potentially hallucinatory devil, and when she kept making certain obvious mistakes again and again and again.