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281 pages, Hardcover
First published June 29, 2010
I pulled the Dodge over to the side of the road on Henderson, next to the tennis courts, flipped the hazard lights on, and waited. Alona hadn’t committed suicide, I knew that. The girl had enough arrogance and self-esteem to choke a horse. She had, however, died a violent and unnatural death, which probably meant she was still tied to the exact place of her death.
I sighed. “Alona.”
“Good luck with class,” she said with faux cheer. “Hope you like musicals. I’ll make sure to tell them Annie is your favorite.”
“Wait, just wait a—”
Without another word, she slipped through the closed door, humming “Tomorrow” under her breath.
Great. Not only do I have an angry spirit guide, but an angry spirit guide with a vindictive streak and an unnatural knowledge of show tunes. Better and better already.
“Good. I’m not goth.”
"Your hair is black, you have piercings, you wear black all the time and act all freaky—”
"My hair is naturally this color. I have three earrings in one ear, that’s it. This shirt”—I tugged at the fabric across my chest—“ is navy blue, and if I act weird all the time, it’s because of ghosts like you.”
"Are you staying … or just passing through?” I asked through gritted teeth.
“Why? Does it matter to you?”
A thousand smart-ass replies leaped to mind, but she would be expecting that. So, I went for the truth. “Yeah, it does.”
Her eyes widened and the faintest hint of pink spread across her face. I grinned. Had I just embarrassed Alona Dare, the Alona Dare?
“You don’t have to follow her,” I said. “It’s Friday. I know exactly where she’s going after school.” No way would Joonie miss a visit to Lily, not after what she’d told me today.
"So are we going, too, or what?” Alona idly flicked a piece of … ghost lint? … off her shorts.
"Good. I'm not goth."
"Your hair is black, you have piercings, you wear black all the time and act all freaky-"
"My hair is naturally this color. I have three earings in one ear, that's it. This shirt" -I tugged at the fabric across my chest- "is navy blue, and if I act weird all the time, it's because of ghosts like you.”
While the writing style itself was fine for a YA I found myself vehemently against the ridiculous plot and the horrible cliched stereotypes within it. Yeah, I'm goth and yeah I was a goth 10 years ago while in high school so I know where the stereotypes come from. Been there, lived through that. I suppose that makes me biased. But really, even in high school none of the goth kids that I knew where nearly as absurd as what I saw in this story. It only seems to happen in books, movies, and the minds of the uninformed masses. Yeah, I know this is supposed to be a bit tongue-in-cheek and ironic but it felt like watching The Craft.
It seems to me that the title should be The Ghost and the Emo Kid rather than the goth if this is to taken in a contemporary 21st century setting. The only so-called "goth" in the story was so over the top as to be absolutely ridiculous.
What an absolute waste of time.
If you want a cheerleader meets a goth story I'd highly recommend checking out Kelly Creagh's Nevermore instead.