I can't really be proud of anything I've read this week. This was bad. Bad dialog. Bad premise. Bad, bad, bad. I liked Susan Elizabeth Phillips' books in high school so when I saw this on the new arrival shelf at the library I thought I'd give it ago.
Other things I liked in high school that are now proven to have been against my better judgment:
- gay boys
- working hard
- listening to Delilah on the radio
- jeans that were too long for my short legs