In the Everlife, two realms are in power: Troika and Myriad, longtime enemies and deadly rivals. There is an eternal truth most of the world has come to accept: Firstlife is merely a dress rehearsal, and real life begins after death. The reason? Not her obsession with numbers, but her refusal to let her parents choose where she’ll live-after she dies. Tenley “Ten” Lockwood is an average seventeen-year-old girl…who has spent the past thirteen months locked inside the Prynne Asylum. Maybe not in the same exact way since we are all different, but they are. If there’s anything I’ve learned as an adult, it’s that no matter how alone you feel in your skin – it’s so very likely that someone close to you is struggling with the same things. (To any teenager who happens by this review – yes.
Ginger did what I did as a teenager, and probably most teenagers still do she looked at others and wondered if they are going through the same things, if they are having the same self conscious thoughts. She’s also real there is nothing more real than someone who has trouble accepting things about themselves – even if they can easily accept those same traits in someone else without a second thought. She is an inspiration to be a better person. She sees good in people that others can’t see. Ginger is so positive, even though this book deals with her own self-image issues, even in all of that she is positive. The rambling while nervous, and goofiness of these characters is so perfect. I especially loved both Ginger and Oliver because of their awkwardness. She is a pro at writing characters that I want to know in real life. But he’s also adorable and wonderfully weird and I don’t care what they say, his look sure does it for me.īut… I don’t know… how can I be in “like” with someone, when I have no clue how to like myself anymore? Oh, and did I mention that I’m totally falling face-first in “like” with some guy I met in a cemetery? And no one understands it just because he’s also a little chunky. And now my guy friends are all sitting in a pool of drool as they not-so-subtly stare at my chest.Ĭombine all that drama with the fact that the new track coach is getting major flack for being a little chunky, and all I’m trying to do is convince the team that I’m not running slower because of her coaching style. I’ve also developed a couple of things that I definitely didn’t have before. Work those off, run like a mad woman, no problem, yeah? But no. So now I’m trying to make the track team and I feel like I’m a baby learning to walk again.Ī couple pounds wouldn’t have been so bad. After lounging around on my butt all summer (okay, so maybe that was my bad), this body decided to become something completely foreign.
Genre: YA – Romance, Coming of Age, Self Image, Bullying
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