3 Stars
To be 100% honest, there’s probably very little chance I would have ever read The Hundred Lies of Lizzie Lovett if it weren’t for it being THE BIG LIBRARY READ. These events pop up quite frequently when I log into my favorite addiction, but I’ve never participated. Mainly because I’ve generally already read the books – like with Exhibit A that is going on through the other (*cough porny cough*) library system . . . .
I’m also aware that I did this wrong and I was supposed to join in on discussions somewhere and interact with everyone else reading this book, but let’s get real . . . .
You can mark my friends list here as Exhibit B if you need proof that even my interwebbing is pretty introverted.
All that aside, Lizzie Lovett ended up being a fairly decent read and I’m glad I “participated” (if you can even call it that – maybe “read along” is a better option). I’m clearly not the target demographic for this one, but that didn’t lessen my enjoyment much at all.
The story here is about Lizzie Lovett (duh), the “it girl” in high school when Hawthorne Creely was a Freshman. Fastforward to Hawthorne’s Senior year where she has just heard that Lizzie went missing while camping with her boyfriend. Things haven’t changed much for Hawthorne in four years. She’s still a “misfit” in the high school hierarchy who spends all of her time with her one friend. The same can’t be said for Lizzie, however. It seems she has reinvented herself every year or so since graduating. And this time? If Hawthorne’s theory is correct, it may be the biggest change yet . . .
Be forewarned that Hawthorne might drive you a little batshit. She can be exhausting. On the other hand, she's kind of hilariously tiring . . . .
"I've spend most of my life being forced to participate in schemes I don't want any part of."
"Like what?"
"Like when you thought the world was going to end and wanted me to steal supplies from my parents' store."
"Oh yeah."
"Or when you were convinced that there was a serpent monster in Tappan Lake."
"I was a little kid."
"You were twelve."
3 Stars . . . . .
I’m also aware that I did this wrong and I was supposed to join in on discussions somewhere and interact with everyone else reading this book, but let’s get real . . . .
You can mark my friends list here as Exhibit B if you need proof that even my interwebbing is pretty introverted.
All that aside, Lizzie Lovett ended up being a fairly decent read and I’m glad I “participated” (if you can even call it that – maybe “read along” is a better option). I’m clearly not the target demographic for this one, but that didn’t lessen my enjoyment much at all.
The story here is about Lizzie Lovett (duh), the “it girl” in high school when Hawthorne Creely was a Freshman. Fastforward to Hawthorne’s Senior year where she has just heard that Lizzie went missing while camping with her boyfriend. Things haven’t changed much for Hawthorne in four years. She’s still a “misfit” in the high school hierarchy who spends all of her time with her one friend. The same can’t be said for Lizzie, however. It seems she has reinvented herself every year or so since graduating. And this time? If Hawthorne’s theory is correct, it may be the biggest change yet . . .
Be forewarned that Hawthorne might drive you a little batshit. She can be exhausting. On the other hand, she's kind of hilariously tiring . . . .
"I've spend most of my life being forced to participate in schemes I don't want any part of."
"Like what?"
"Like when you thought the world was going to end and wanted me to steal supplies from my parents' store."
"Oh yeah."
"Or when you were convinced that there was a serpent monster in Tappan Lake."
"I was a little kid."
"You were twelve."
3 Stars . . . . .
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