Book Review

April 19, 2009

The Mother Daughter Book Club by Heather Vogel Frederick

I kinda wish I hadn’t wasted my money on this one. It was ok for the first few chapters, but after the whole Megan-sets-a-goat-loose-on-the-stage scenario, The author pretty much killed off the only interesting character. Megan at first was the only voice that was really different, but the author didn’t really write from Megan’s perspective a whole lot until after she’d changed.
After Megan breaks down into tears and admits she wants to be Emma’s friend again and stay in the book club (all of which, by the way, are totally out of character for her) The story gets rather dull. The 4 girls all go off to new york city, where each one’s dream gets to come true. And this is the point where the story goes from dull to unrealistic.
Megan is 12. There is no way she’d be hired to be a fashion designer. Emma is also a 12 year old kid, and no scriptwriter would even pay attention to her even if what she said was a good idea at the time. Cassidy catching the baseball at the Yankees/red socks game was the only thing that didn’t really bother me in and of itself, but combined with the other girls’ “Happily ever after in Disneyland” experiences was a bit much.
The author does touch quite briefly on what’s going on between Jess and her mom, but the scene falls flat, particulary because the conversation is told from Cassidy’s point of view. Why couldn’t the author write it from Jess’s perspective? Jess didn’t seem to really have any emotions in that part either. She cried a little, but if my mom left like that, I’d be devastated, come on you guys! Jess shed a few tears and then everything was just hunky dory.
Fast forward to a few months at the end of summer, the family is enjoying a wonderful picnic at Louisa May Alcott’s house when oh gosh, the dog has discovered something. The dad smiles knowingly and says let it off the leash and oh guess what folks, its Jess’s mom, come home to stay at last! And the whole family lives happily ever after. The end.
Now did that just make you want to barf up something cute pink and fuzzy?
And unfortunately I have to agree with some of the reviews on Amazon: the character’s voices were much too similar. The only way you could tell it was a different person narrating the story was by their names at the top of each chapter, even though they are all supposed to be “completely different.” Megan was different at first, but after she did her turn around and became one of the “good girls” she was totally dull.
And speaking of Megan’s “turnaround,” it was much too unrealistic. Girls just don’t think that way. In reality, Megan would’ve had more serious grievances with Emma (or at least, ones she felt were more serious) and she would not have been so quick to totally ditch Becca and turn against her. Megan might have had sympathies for Emma, and if the turnaround had taken a lot longer to accomplish, would probably make a bit more sense, but Megan’s character is still too “good” after that. In reality it would take her a lot longer to completely let go of her pride, if she bothered to at all.
This was worth reading to kill a few hours of my time on a boring Sunday afternoon, but I want my money back.

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i don't want to post this on pa because people would worr y and it would create drama and possibly be taken seriously, and, i'm not sure if i'm serious, but, most likely not.

i want to die.

i do not want to wake pu tomorrow to another year.

everyone else is excited; a new year means a new start.

to me, a new year just means another year that i have failed to kill myself.

another year to be an unemployed college dropout who can't get a job or do anything right.

another year to do nothing but screw up.

another year that i'll look back on and say, "damn that sucked."

haven't i suffered enough? can't i die now?

i really do not want to live through 2009.

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 i NEVER should have decided to eat whatever i wanted on the weekends.

never never never never.

from now on, only 1200 calories. and exercise every day, at least 10-20 minutes. 

85 pounds by thanksgiving, i. will. make. it. 

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its raining, which i suppose is better than snowing.

i don't know what i'm going to do when the snow comes! munising is surrounded by 6 lakes, and we get an average of 4-5 feet of snow november through april.

i'm sorry everyone i just can't hold on anymore. my life is fucked, and, i couldn't find a job downstate so i have no hope of getting better and i can't stand it up here. i applied for student aid for college (if its the only way to get out of HERE then so be it) but we made more last year and they made us file with last year's income. i was also working for the first 6 months of 2007, which i don't get because this makrs year 2 that i've been unemployed, but whatever.

and people keep offering to pray for me. there a whole lotta no help. i need HELP not worthless repetitions to their non existant diety, and the second hardest part is getting people to care. "oh she can just live with her parents and go to northern, what's wrong with that?"

there's a LOT of things wrong with that yOU FUCKIN BITCH!

i don't think i'll even bother waiting to find out if i get any student aid. i bet i get zip. zero. nada. 

anyone out there want a room mate just until i can get a job?

i want to cry.

someone should leave me their msn/aim/yahoo/whatever...... someone should talk to me.....

ugh. this day is going soooooo sloooooowwww.

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I'm back in the up. i couldn't find a job before grandma lost the house. i failed to recover. i don't care anymore. i think i'm officially an athiest.If god exists, he either does not care of he put me ont his earth to see how long it would take me to kill myself.

answer: not much longer unless something comes up.


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I need to post here more...

but nobody ever reallly reads it.

anyway, I am at college wtih mindi. i went to a hebrew class earlier and impressed the teacher (We were only in the 2nd chapter so i knew sort of what he was talking about) and now i am in her biology class.

then we are going to eat lunch.

then i am going to call Sully so we can go back to mi works with resume in tow plus other paperwork. *sigh* i hate dealing wtih mi works. today i felt.... bombarded.

so afterwards mindi and i bought ice cream. the tradition now is that every tuesday after mindi's classes we are going to have ice cream. soy ice cream from apple valley, of course. we shared 1 pint of chocoalte obsession ice cream. at 420 cals each. yick. on top of that i had chocolate soymilk which is 150 (regular silk is 130, not much less)

so even though i had all those calories and should've felt gross and disgusting, i didn't. i don't feel much of anything anymore.

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this is partly to test an lj cut...

and partly to complain about all the cookies and soy ice cream i ate.

i am fat. i have no excuse.

its not just this....i can't do ANYTHING right....


i hate god. i hate him for ever creating me. click the cut to see a picture of my stupid ugly face.

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yes, i knitted that change purse i'm holding.

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I don't need friends like you.

friends who treat me like shit.
friends who i'm Not Good Enough for.
friends who treat me like i'm second class
friends who are self righteouss seventh day adventist bitches

I don't need friends like you at all.

camp is ok in the mornings, but i wish archery was an afternoon activity. i've never leave. i get anxious here because i can't control food. gah.

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Writer's Block: A Last Day Well Spent

If you knew it was your last day on earth, how would you spend the time?
I would unpassword protect files so that everyone could read the records and know the real me. and i would make an effort to spend as much time with people i cared about as possible and give them happy memories of me. then i'd write goodbye letters to everyone. then i'd go to canada and get drunk, because thats on my list of things to do before i die and the only one i would be able to do on such short notice.

and then i'd go seek revenge on my enemies, because i'm just going to die anyway right, so what are they going to do to me? mutilate my corpse?

today i've eaten 584 calories. that's more than what i wanted to eat, but less than the cut off point (800) so that's good.

the goal is to fast for the rest of the day.

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