Hi there, and welcome to my stop on the blog tour for Megan McCafferty’s The Mall! First things first I’d like to say a huge thank you to the folks over at Wednesday Books for allowing me to get involved in this blog tour. I’ve…
Hey everyone, and welcome to my stop on the Mayhem blog tour!
First things first I’d like to say a huge thank you to Sarah from Wednesday Books for getting me involved in this blog tour. I really enjoyed Estelle Laure’s This Raging Light when I read it back in 2016, and I jumped at the chance to be able to read her newest release.
I’ve got a great excerpt of Mayhem to share with you, but first I’m going to tell you a little bit about the book.
The Lost Boys meets Wilder Girls in this supernatural feminist YA novel.
It’s 1987 and unfortunately it’s not all Madonna and cherry lip balm. Mayhem Brayburn has always known there was something off about her and her mother, Roxy. Maybe is has to do with Roxy’s constant physical pain, or maybe with Mayhem’s own irresistible pull to water. Either way, she knows they aren’t like everyone else.
But when May’s stepfather finally goes too far, Roxy and Mayhem flee to Santa Maria, California, the coastal beach town that holds the answers to all of Mayhem’s questions about who her mother is, her estranged family, and the mysteries of her own self. There she meets the kids who live with her aunt, and it opens the door to the magic that runs through the female lineage in her family, the very magic Mayhem is next in line to inherit and which will change her life for good.
But when she gets wrapped up in the search for the man who has been kidnapping girls from the beach, her life takes another dangerous turn and she is forced to face the price of vigilante justice and to ask herself whether revenge is worth the cost.
From the acclaimed author of This Raging Light and But Then I Came Back, Estelle Laure offers a riveting and complex story with magical elements about a family of women contending with what appears to be an irreversible destiny, taking control and saying when enough is enough.
If that isn’t enough to convince you to read Mayhem, keep scrolling to check out an excerpt of the book.
“Trouble,” Roxy says. She arches a brow at the kids by the van through the bug-spattered windshield, the ghost of a half-smile rippling across her face.
“You would know,” I shoot.
“So would you,” she snaps.
Maybe we’re a little on edge. We’ve been in the car so long the pattern on the vinyl seats is tattooed on the back of my thighs.
The kids my mother is talking about, the ones sitting on the white picket fence, look like they slithered up the hill out of the ocean, covered in seaweed, like the carnival music we heard coming from the boardwalk as we were driving into town plays in the air around them at all times. Two crows are on the posts beside them like they’re standing guard, and they caw at each other loudly as we come to a stop. I love everything about this place immediately and I think, ridiculously, that I am no longer alone.
The older girl, white but tan, curvaceous, and lean, has her arms around the boy and is lovely with her smudged eye makeup and her ripped clothes. The younger one pops something made of bright colors into her mouth and watches us come up the drive. She is in a military-style jacket with a ton of buttons, her frizzy blond hair reaching in all directions, freckles slapped across her cheeks. And the boy? Thin, brown, hungry-looking. Not hungry in his stomach. Hungry with his eyes. He has a green bandana tied across his forehead and holes in the knees of his jeans. There’s an A in a circle drawn in marker across the front of his T-shirt.
“Look!” Roxy points to the gas gauge. It’s just above the E. “You owe me five bucks, Cookie. I told you to trust we would make it, and see what happened? You should listen to your mama every once in a while.”
“Yeah, well, can I borrow the five bucks to pay you for the bet? I’m fresh out of cash at the moment.”
Roxy cranes out the window and wipes the sweat off her upper lip, careful not to smudge her red lipstick. She’s been having real bad aches the last two days, even aside from her bruises, and her appetite’s been worse than ever. The only thing she ever wants is sugar. After having been in the car for so long, you’d think we’d be falling all over each other to get out, but we’re still sitting in the car. In here we’re still us.
She sighs for the thousandth time and clutches at her belly. “I don’t know about this, May.”
California can’t be that different from West Texas.
I watch TV. I know how to say gag me with a spoon and grody to the max.
I fling open the door.
Roxy gathers her cigarettes and lighter, and drops them inside her purse with a snap.
“Goddammit, Elle,” she mutters to herself, eyes flickering towards the kids again. Roxy looks at me over the rims of her sunglasses before shoving them back on her nose. “Mayhem, I’m counting on you to keep your head together here. Those kids are not the usual-“
“I know. You told me they’re foster kids.”
“No, not that,” she says, but doesn’t clarify.
“Okay, I guess.”
“I mean it. No more of that wild-child business.”
“I will keep my head together!” I’m so tired of her saying this. I never had any friends, never a boyfriend – all I have is what Grandmother calls my nasty mouth and the hair Lyle always said was ugly and whorish. And once or twice I might’ve got drunk on the roof, but it’s not like I ever did anything. Besides, no kid my age has ever liked me even once. I’m not the wild child in the family.
“Well, all right then.” Roxy messes with her hair in the rear-view mirror, then sprays herself with a cloud of Chanel No. 5 and runs her fingers over her gold necklace. It’s of a bird, not unlike the ones making a fuss by the house. She’s had it as long as I can remember, and over time it’s been worn smooth by her worrying fingers. It’s like she uses it to calm herself when she’s upset about something, and she’s been upset the whole way here, practically. Usually, she’d be good and buzzed by this time of day, but since she’s had to drive some, she’s only nipped from the tiny bottle of wine in her purse a few times and only taken a couple pills since we left Taylor. The withdrawal has turned her into a bit of a she-demon.
I try to look through her eyes, to see what she sees. Roxy hasn’t been back here since I was three years old, and in that time, her mother has died, her father has died, and like she said when she got the card with the picture enclosed that her twin sister, Elle, sent last Christmas, Everybody got old. After that, she spent a lot of time staring in the mirror, pinching at her neck skin. When I was younger, she passed long nights telling me about Santa Maria and the Brayburn Farm, about how it was good and evil in equal measure, about how it had desires that had to be satisfied.
Brayburns, she would say. In my town, we were the legends.
These were the mumbled stories of my childhood, and they made everything about this place loom large. Now that we’re here, I realize I expected the house to have a gaping maw filled with spitty, frothy teeth, as much as I figured there would be fairies flitting around with wands grating wishes. I don’t want to take her vision away from her, but this place looks pretty normal to me, if run-down compared to our new house in Taylor, where there’s no dust anywhere, ever, and Lyle practically keeps the cans of soup in alphabetical order. Maybe what’s not so normal is that this place was built by Brayburns, and here Brayburns matter. I know because the whole road is named after us and because flowers and ribbons and baskets of fruit sat at the entrance, gifts from the people in town, Roxy said. They leave offerings. She said it like it’s normal to be treated like some kind of low-rent goddess.
Other than the van and the kids, there are trees here, rosebushes, an old black Mercedes, and some bikes leaning against the porch that’s attached to the house. It’s splashed with fresh white paint that doesn’t quite cover up its wrinkles and scars. It’s three stories, so it cuts the sunset when I look up, and plants drape down to touch the dirt.
The front door swings open and a woman in bare feet races past the rosebushes toward us. It is those feet and the reckless way they pound against the earth that tells me this is my aunt Elle before her face does. My stomach gallops and there are bumps all over my arms, and I am more awake than I’ve been since.
I thought Roxy might do a lot of things when she saw her twin sister. Like she might get super quiet or chain-smoke, or maybe even get biting like she can when she’s feeling wrong about something. The last thing I would have ever imagined was them running toward each other and colliding in the driveway, Roxy wrapping her legs around Elle’s waist, and them twirling like that.
This seems like something I shouldn’t be seeing, something wounded and private that fills up my throat. I flip myself around in my seat and start picking through the things we brought and chide myself yet again for the miserable packing job I did. Since I was basically out of my mind trying to get out of the house, I took a whole package of toothbrushes, an armful of books, my River Phoenix poster, plus I emptied out my underwear drawer, but I totally forgot to pack any shoes, so all I have are some flip-flops I bought at the truck stop outside of Las Cruces after that man came to the window, slurring, You got nice legs. Tap, tap tap. You got such nice legs.
My flip-flops are covered in Cheeto dust from a bag that got upended. I slip them on anyway, watching Roxy take her sunglasses off and prop them on her head.
“Son of a bitch!” my aunt says, her voice tinny as she catches sight of Roxy’s eye. “Oh my God, that’s really bad, Rox. You made it sound like nothing. That’s not nothing.”
“Ellie,” Roxy says, trying to put laughter in her voice. “I’m here now. We’re here now.”
There’s a pause.
“You look the same,” Elle says. “Except the hair. You went full Marilyn Monroe.”
“What about you?” Roxy says, fussing at her platinum waves with her palm. “You go full granola warrior? When’s the last time you ate a burger?”
“You know I don’t do that. It’s no good for us. Definitely no good for the poor cows.”
“It’s fine for me.” Roxy lifts Elle’s arm and puckers her nose. “What’s going on with your armpits? May not eat meat but you got animals under there, looks like.”
“Shaving is subjugation.”
“Shaving is a mercy for all mankind.”
They erupt into laughter and hug each other again.
“Well, where is she, my little baby niece?” Elle swings the car door open. “Oh, Mayhem.” She scoops me out with two strong arms. Right then I realize just how truly tired I am. She seems to know, squeezes extra hard for a second before letting me go. She smells like the sandalwood soap Roxy buys sometimes. “My baby girl,” Elle says, “you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to see you. How much I’ve missed you.”
Roxy circles her ear with a finger where Elle can’t see her.
Crazy, she mouths. I almost giggle.
I don’t know about you but that excerpt gives me a lot of questions, and I can’t wait to see how Estelle Laure answers them. You’ll have to check back in a week or so to read my review of Mayhem and see what I thought of it – I’m certainly excited to find out myself!
If you’re interested in purchasing a copy of Mayhem, it’s available via Amazon now.
Estelle Laure, the author of This Raging Light and But Then I Came Back believes in love, magic, and the power of facing hard truths. She has a BA in Theatre Arts and an MFA from Vermont College of Fine Arts in Writing for Children and Young Adults, and she lives in Taos, New Mexico, with her family. Her work is translated widely around the world.
Thank you for visiting my stop on the Mayhem blog tour. See you again soon!
Hello, and welcome to my stop on the blog tour for Kate McLaughlin’s What Unbreakable Looks Like. First things first, I’d like to say a huge thank you to Meghan from Wednesday Books for reaching out and inviting me to take part in this blog…
When The Beautiful was announced, everyone I heard talking about it said it was a duology. Alas, after finishing The Damned I have realised that that is not the case – in fact, it’s rumoured that there are another two books to come in The Beautiful saga.
That might be one of the reasons that I didn’t enjoy this book anywhere near as much as I was hoping to.
The Beautiful was a five star read for me. I thought the marketing was all wrong and that it should have been pushed as a murder mystery rather than as a vampire story – the vampires aren’t explicitly revealed until towards the end of the novel, so if you’re only there for the vampires you’re going to be disappointed – but I thought the murder mystery aspect of the plot was gripping, and I loved Celine and the Court of the Lions (and the various other characters we were introduced to throughout).
Unfortunately, The Damned is the complete opposite.
There just isn’t much plot to the first half of the novel, because we’re so focused on the Court of the Lions and their vampiric ways. One of the main characters (I won’t say who, just in case you haven’t read The Beautiful yet – if not, what are you doing here?!) was turned into a vampire at the end of the first novel, and it feels like an interminable amount of complaining along the lines of, ‘Woe is me! Why am I a vampire? Why didn’t everyone just let me die?!’. I can understand why someone might be feeling that way, but it is painfully repetitive.
I never felt bored during the first book and was picking it up in every spare moment because I thoroughly enjoyed it, but I was struggling to motivate myself to continue reading The Damned.
Things do eventually pick up, but Renée Ahdieh tries to cram too much into this novel. I thought that made sense because I was still assuming it was a duology – of course she’s rushing to get all the threads of the story tied together neatly! – but after I’d finished reading and I realised that that wasn’t the case I just couldn’t understand why the story was told in this way. All of the action happens in the last 10% of the novel which makes the first 90% a slog because nothing is really happening, but then when everything kicks off it isn’t satisfying at all because it’s over as soon as it starts.
One of the most frustrating aspects is the rapid fire visits to the Sylvan Wyld and the Sylvan Vale. Ahdieh has crafted an intriguing paranormal world of mirrors and portals, but the time she spends there is over almost before it has begun. I am glad that there are going to be more books in the series because I’m hoping we’ll be able to explore these locations more: when I was still under the impression that it was a duology it all seemed a bit pointless, because they are described so vibrantly and the characters leave them almost immediately to head back to New Orleans.
Meanwhile, there are two characters in this book who should have been utilised far more effectively, but they’re treated as an afterthought. When you’ve got two antagonists and the reader finds themselves regularly forgetting that either of them exist? There is something horribly wrong there.
If I’d been expecting a straight up paranormal romance I would have been satisfied, because the relationship between our two main characters is the main focus (to the detriment of every other aspect of the plot). I was wholly satisfied with the love story – although I’m not sure why Ahdieh felt the need to try to shove in the world’s least convincing love triangle – and that’s the main reason that my rating of The Damned ended up sitting at 3 stars.
I was disappointed with the main plot, but I was invested in the characters and I did appreciate the amount of development that they all went through between books one and two. The Court of the Lions are fleshed out far more than they were in book one – I couldn’t even remember Hortense or Madeleine being mentioned before, but I did read The Beautiful almost a year ago – and I really enjoyed learning more about Arjun and Jae, who are two of the strongest members of the Court.
There is still a lot of potential here, so I will be continuing on with the later books in The Beautiful saga as and when they are released. I just wish I’d known it was going to be a lengthier series when it was first announced, because it might have softened my disappointment while reading The Damned!
I hope you enjoyed my review of The Damned. Have you read The Beautiful yet, and if so what did you think?
Hey everyone, and welcome to another installment of Rapid Reviews! I’ve been making a valiant effort to keep on top of reading new releases this year, so here are reviews of five books published in 2020 so far.
I’ve gotten these from a mix of sources, so I’ll mention in the review whether these books were ARCs sent to me by the publishers or whether I read them via NetGalley. I’ll also let you know when they were/will be published.
I’d also just like to bring your attention once again to the Black Lives Matter carrd. Please take some time today to sign petitions or make a donation to the BLM movement.
Here Be Wizards by Sarah Mussi – 4 stars
I was kindly sent a review copy of Here Be Wizards by Shrine Bell. This is the third and final book in Sarah Mussi’s Snowdonia Chronicles (check out my reviews of book one and book two if you’re interested in seeing my thoughts on the series so far!) and concludes the story of Ellie Morgan and her true love, Henry (who is a dragon, btw).
I was planning on rereading the first two books in the Snowdonia Chronicles before picking up book three, but then I remembered that Sarah Mussi handily includes little asides to the reader in the footnotes, recapping the previous action in a fresh and interesting way. It easily helped me remember why I loved book two so much (and why book one was a struggle…) and meant that I could enjoy the third book as though only a few months had passed between releases, rather than almost three years!
Going into Here Be Wizards, I just couldn’t possibly imagine a way that this story could conclude. When we rejoin our Welsh crew, Henry is stuck in an eternal battle under a mountain with the White Dragon, Sir Oswald. Ellie has no idea if she will ever see him again, and even if he does win the battle there’s still the tiniest little problem with their relationship: Henry is an immortal dragon, and Ellie is a mortal girl. Even if they do reunite, there’s not much hope of their relationship lasting the test of time.
It’s difficult to review this story without giving spoilers, but I’m going to do my darnedest not to ruin the plot because there is a whopping big twist which works brilliantly when you don’t see it coming. In fact it’s such a shock that I had to reread a certain chapter three times just to check that I’d understood what was going on properly, because I didn’t see it coming AT ALL. On reflection it’s the only way that everything really could have resolved and I’m glad that Sarah Mussi went there. I’m not going to be any more specific, so just go and read the book and then come back to discuss spoilers with me! I still want to unpack this with someone, because I don’t know anyone else who has finished this trilogy yet and I’m still feeling a little shook.
However, despite the fact that everything made sense I just didn’t find the ending the most satisfactory? I’m not quite sure why, but when I finished the book I felt a tiny bit deflated. I can’t think of another way it could have ended, which is probably the more frustrating thing – I’m a little disappointed, but I can’t think of a different way of telling this story so I should be over the moon that Sarah Mussi managed to find a way to wrap everything up so neatly!
That being said, I still enjoyed this book enough to give it four stars. It’s a bit wild and wacky at points, but who doesn’t love a jam-packed story with action and adventure from beginning to end?
I loved the fact that Sarah Mussi explored different aspects of Welsh mythology with each release (and in this one we even get a cameo from a certain famous Arthurian wizard!). If you’re someone who is loving the sudden surge of Arthurian retellings in YA, this is definitely one to have on your radar.
Loveboat, Taipei by Abigail Hing Wen – 2 stars
If you haven’t heard of Loveboat, Taipei I’ll be extremely surprised, because it’s shaping up to be the biggest debut novel of 2020. It’s only been out for a couple of months (released back on January 7th) and they are already adapting it into a film, for crying out loud! I was lucky to be accepted to read a copy of Loveboat, Taipei via NetGalley.
Loveboat, Taipei follows a Chinese-American called Ever. When her parents find out that she secretly applied to dance school, rebelling against their plan for her to become a doctor, they send her to Taiwan to study Mandarin and learn more about Chinese culture for the summer. However, it turns out that the school they’ve sent her to is the infamous Loveboat, where buttoned-up teens let loose during their first summer away from their strict parents and constant supervision.
I thought I was going to absolutely love this book, but unfortunately I’m in the minority of people who really didn’t enjoy it. Scratch that, I think I’d even go as far as to say that I hated it.
My main issue with Loveboat, Taipei is this: if Ever was a boy, this book would be getting absolutely slated. I’m all for a female protagonist taking control of her own life and doing whatever she wants, but Ever’s behaviour seems callous at worst and careless at best, and I’m not able to gloss over that fact and celebrate it simply because she’s a girl.
I’m about to get spoilery, so if you don’t want to know the specific reasons why I don’t like this book, feel free to continue scrolling.
Loveboat, Taipei features a love triangle between Ever, Rick and Xavier.
Xavier is a bit of a playboy – when we meet him he’s in the middle of getting caught during a sexual act with a girl who is hardly mentioned again – but he has feelings for Ever so he dedicates his time drawing her and anonymously delivering these pieces of art to her. I think that’s pretty adorable, that she makes him want to change his ways.
Meanwhile Rick is a Yale-bound overachiever who is the bane of Ever’s existence. Her parents have been telling her stories about him since she was little, constantly telling her to strive to be more like him. Rick has a long-term girlfriend who suffers from depression and anxiety, and Ever has feelings for him despite knowing this.
Rick and Ever kiss, and Rick then disappears. While Rick is gone, Ever sleeps with Xavier, but as soon as Rick is back from dumping his long-term girlfriend – he apparently knew Ever was the one as soon as he set eyes on her, barf – Ever and Rick start a relationship.
Ever never tells Rick about her night with Xavier, which feels rather ill-advised. He literally flew across the country to dump his girlfriend because he couldn’t stop thinking about Ever, but as soon as his back was turned she slept with someone else and didn’t think this was worth mentioning?! Meanwhile it’s treated as completely appropriate for him to drop his girlfriend because of the fact that she had mental illnesses and was relying on him too much and his family didn’t like her. Pretty infuriating, no?
I feel as though this story would be absolutely torn to shreds if our main character was a boy. If he coerced a girl into breaking up with her long-term boyfriend and as soon as he back was turned slept with a different girl who was utterly infatuated with him, people would be up in arms. I just don’t know why this seems like appropriate behaviour because it’s a female protagonist instead of a male.
The worst thing is that there are yet more reasons I didn’t like this book.
There’s a revenge porn plot which is resolved by Ever just decided she wants to carry on being friends with the girl who handed her nude photo around to everyone… What?!
Then there’s the epic (and utterly unbelievable) conclusion, in which Ever almost gets hit by a car, dislocates her shoulder and injures her ankle and somehow still manages to take part in the epic dance recital which she single-handedly choreographed in a summer. I mean I can hardly dance at the best of times, so fair play for not letting a terrible injury stop you.
I can’t understand why this is getting such rave reviews. There are a very minimal amount of reviewers speaking out about the problematic content, and while I’m a huge supporter of both debut authors and own voices books I just can’t get behind this one when it seems to be promoting breaking up with the mentally ill because they’re dragging you down with their suicidal thoughts. Ugh.
The only reason I didn’t give this one star is because the beginning quarter, before Ever goes to Loveboat, is really impactful. She is so desperate to follow her dream and be a dancer but because of her parents she feels she has no choice but to go into medicine: the struggle she faces is very emotional, and her desperation feels extremely realistic.
Loveboat, Taipei reminded me a lot of American Panda by Gloria Chao, but I gave that book five stars. I would definitely recommend Chao’s debut far more, particularly if you’re also not a huge fan of the approach to mental health in this novel.
Blood Moon by Lucy Cuthew – 4 stars
Blood Moon is a debut novel told in verse about a girl who goes viral after getting her period during her first sexual experience with a boy.
This book is bloody brilliant (excuse the pun). When you hear that a book is a verse novel written about a period it could definitely go one of two ways – it’ll be either one of the best or worst things you’ve ever read – so I hit the request button on NetGalley faster than I ever have before. Luckily Blood Moon far exceeded my expectations.
Frankie is absolutely mortified when a meme of her goes viral following her first sexual experience with Benjamin. She’s certain that he must have told one of his friends about the fact that she started her period during foreplay but he denies it. She’s recently fallen out with her best friend, Harriet, and she wonders whether Harriet might be responsible, but Harriet also denies all responsibility. It becomes hard for Frankie to know who to trust during the fallout, and she isolates herself, skipping school and obsessively refreshing social media to see what horrible things have been posted about her now.
There is so much going on in this novel, and the only reason I knocked a star off was because I just don’t feel as though verse was the best way to tackle the amount of subjects Lucy Cuthew has squeezed into this story. Frankie loves astronomy so there are sections about the blood moon and stargazing which could have been expanded beautifully with a bit more description (particularly as the moon inspires the title!) but this aspect of her character falls to the wayside in favour of addressing the ordeal which she is experiencing.
I was a huge fan of the way Lucy Cuthew crafted the friendship between Harriet and Frankie. Just because you’ve been friends forever doesn’t mean it’s always going to be smooth sailing, and I loved the way that they grew apart because of a few misunderstandings but managed to reconnect by the end of the story.
Meanwhile Benjamin is an absolute DREAM. I felt more betrayed than Frankie when I thought he was the one who’d spread their sexual story through the school, but the way that it actually got out makes so much sense and is an utter relief. Periods are natural – they aren’t disgusting, almost ever person with a vagina will experience them at some point during their lives – and if more boys reacted the way that Benjamin does the world would be a better place. I’m certainly going to be talking to my son about periods when he’s older and teaching him that they’re nothing to be squeamish about, and I’m proud to have a partner who isn’t ashamed to pick up some pads from Boots or bring clean underwear to the bathroom if I need him to. If a boy is no good at dealing with your periods, he’s definitely going to be useless if you ever decide to have children!
The social media hate which Frankie receives is painfully realistic. Sometimes when authors tackle social media they don’t make the posts vitriolic enough to seem authentic, but Blood Moon genuinely feels like scrolling through the comments on a hateful Twitter thread. It’s heartbreaking to know that people receive messages like this, particularly for something which is completely out of their control, but it’s sadly the way that the internet works.
The conclusion is feminist AF, highly empowering and very inspirational, and this book is bound to be a huge hit among teenage girls (those who are already outspoken and confident, and those who just need a bit of a push to stand up for their bodies). I wish there’d been a book like this around when I was in secondary school – it would have made me far less ashamed of talking about my periods, and much more comfortable about going to school and sitting in classes for hours and hours on end while I was on.
Blood Moon is published on July 2nd, and if you have any teenage girls in your life you need to make sure to get them a copy.
Far From Perfect by Holly Smale – 5 stars
Far From Perfect is actually damn close to perfect. The second book in the Valentines series, Far From Perfect follows Faith Valentine as she rebels against the perfect image that she’s built for herself and starts to decide what she really wants from life.
I struggled through the first half of Happy Girl Lucky, but Far From Perfect was a breeze from start to finish. Hope Valentine’s narrating style is very unique, whereas Faith is a down-to-earth girl who just happens to have been born into one of the most famous families on the planet (and isn’t a huge fan of the attention, FYI).
This is a much more serious book than Happy Girl Lucky, and I really enjoyed the fact that it had a similar sort of arc to the first book in the series: it starts off quite light-hearted and fun, but Faith’s attitude changes rapidly after being cheated on by her boyfriend and forced to go to acting classes after a train wreck of an audition. Imagine Britney at the height of her mental health issues; that’s pretty much how bad things get for Faith. Lots of rebellion.
So many books have characters who want to be famous and rich and love it when they get there, but it’s nice to read a story featuring a famous girl who would really just like to be normal, thank you very much. My favourite scene in the entire book is when Faith’s boyfriend Noah takes her out on stage to dedicate his new song to her and she’s internally cringing the whole way through: that might be the dream for some people, but don’t underestimate the power of more normal romantic gestures!
There’s a twist towards the end of the novel which literally made me sit in shocked silence for about five minutes reevaluating EVERYTHING, and it makes it impossible not to pick up the third book in the series. It seems like that’s going to be a difficult read, with some serious issues addressed, and I think it’s genius that this series just seems to be stepping further towards dark and tricky topics with each release. In fact I’m probably going to re-read both of the first two books before the as-yet-untitled third novel is released, as I think it will be very interesting to read the Valentines story through the lens of the new information which gets revealed.
I wish I’d waited to read this series when all of the books were already released, because as soon as I finished this story I was desperate to pick up the next one. At least I already own the entire Geek Girl series, so when I eventually get around to reading those I won’t have such a long wait in between!
Follow Me, Like Me by Charlotte Seager – 3 stars
It’s hard to tell what Follow Me, Like Me is trying to say. Telling the story of two girls called Amber and Chloe, it’s a warning against social media and the way that whatever you post can be seen by anyone… But I’m not quite sure who it is warning.
Chloe and her boyfriend Tom have just broken up, so she starts talking to a boy on Instagram called Sven. He seems sweet to start with, but after she tells him about an incident at a party he begins slut shaming her. She blocks him, but then ends up getting suspended from school for spreading photographs of her friend Louise in her underwear – which Chloe didn’t, and would NEVER, do. She’s sure that Sven must have something to do with it, but how and why? It’s not like she even knows him, not really.
Meanwhile Amber has a crush on Ren, a guy who works in the school gym. When he gets fired she pretends to be his sister to investigate, and after learning that he’s been accused of sexually assaulting multiple women Amber decides to become a detective and prove Ren’s innocence. She stalks him on all of his social media platforms, refreshing his Facebook and Instagram near constantly, and adding him on Snapchat so she can see his Snap Map and follow him in real life.
I’m going to get spoilery now, so if you haven’t read Follow Me, Like Me yet you know what to do…
Chloe arranges a meeting with Sven, so that she can find out who he is and why he’s ruining her life. Meanwhile, Amber is following Ren and – yep, you guessed it – she follows him straight to his meeting with Chloe, because he IS Sven! A huge surprise, definitely not hinted at by the rhyming names or anything…
Sven/Ren tries to attack Chloe, but Amber swoops in and saves the day. To thank her, Chloe tells everyone at school that Amber saved her and they strike up an unlikely friendship – the hottest girl in school, and the invisible quite one who everyone forgets about.
So does this mean it’s fine to stalk someone on social media as long as you’re a girl? Because that’s all I really got from this. If Amber hadn’t been utterly obsessed with Ren, she wouldn’t have been able to save Chloe from him, and she wouldn’t have found the acceptance at school which she had always been craving.
Yes, it’s a warning about not talking to strangers on the internet, about being careful about who you send intimate pictures to, about not thinking someone is innocent of sexual assault just because they’re hot and were nice to you once… But Amber is majorly obsessed with Ren – so much so that her family are worried about her – and she doesn’t experience any kind of ramifications. Is it saying that girls are less dangerous than men on the internet? Amber physically follows Ren on multiple occasions and that seems quite dangerous to me!
I don’t know, it’s hard to get my thoughts together on this one. I think I know what Charlotte Seager was aiming to say but it feels like it missed the mark quite dramatically. That being said, until you get to the conflicting ending, the story is quite gripping. I figured out the Ren/Sven connection very early and I just hoped I was wrong, because a lot of the plot does hinge on that being a surprise, but the tension and fear which Chloe feels is palpable. Similarly, the compulsion Amber feels to prove Ren’s innocence is a good driving force: her chapters fly past because she’s so desperate to discover the truth. Unfortunately it just doesn’t make too much sense when you look at it closely.
I read Follow Me, Like Me via NetGalley. It published back on January 23rd, so if you are interested in reading a copy it is already available.
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