Published by: Atom
Release date: 1st May 2014
I got it from: NetGalley
Alice Jenkins is the
worst girlfriend in the world according to the many, many boys who've
shimmied up lampposts and shoplifted from New Look to impress her, only
to be dumped when she gets bored of them. Alice has a very low boredom
But she never gets bored with Franny, her best friend
since they met at nursery school. Friends are for ever. Ain't nothing
going to come between them. Girls rule, boys drool is their motto. Well,
it's Alice's motto, Franny doesn't have much time for boys; they're all
totes immature and only interested in one thing.
there's Louis Allen, lead singer of The Desperadoes, the best band in
Merrycliffe-on-sea (though that could be because they're the only band
in Merrycliffe-on-sea). He's a tousle-haired, skinny-jeaned, sultry-eyed
manchild, the closest thing that Franny's ever seen to the hipsters
that she's read about on the internet and she's been crushing on him
HARD for the last three years.
She's never worked up the courage
to actually speak to him but she's sure on some deeper level that goes
beyond mere words, Louis absolutely knows that she's his soulmate. He
just doesn't know that he knows it yet. It's why he cops off with so
many other girls.
So, when Alice, bored with callow youths, sets
her sights on Louis it threatens to tear the girls' friendship apart,
even though they're better than fighting over a boy.
a devil's deal - may the best girl win. Best friends become bitter
rivals and everything comes to an explosive conclusion on their first
trip to London.
Can true friendship conquer all?
I was so excited when I got the approval to read this arc. I lot of the stuff I read via Netgalley is by either debut authors or authors I've never read before, so when I get a chance to read something by an author I know and love, it's like coming home to a big, warm hug.
Franny B is a spectacular character. Not least because she reminds me a bit of myself at that age. I wasn't any kind of cool, style icon, and luckily I didn't have to deal with a mother like Franny's. But I did leave school to go to college and study art, and I was a shy, naive, barely-been-kissed type. So I found myself identifying with Franny on a number of levels. It always instills a lot more book love in me when I really get the characters.
One thing I didn't have at that age was a best friend, and I envy Franny that. Her relationship with Alice is brilliant in so many ways. She might be the Worst Girlfriend in the World, but I still kind of love her. Us quiet, shy types need a loud, outgoing sidekick to drag us out of ourselves.
Then there's the boys. Oh my, those boys. I love Manning's boy characters so much. Louis is all kinds of wonderful, but not for the reasons you expect. And he's not the only piece of boy brilliance in this book, but I'm keeping shtum on the other boy talent, you'll just have to read for yourself.
Manning writes teenagers SO well. She brings back all the insanely intense stuff I felt at that age. Because when you're growing up and feeling all these things for the first time, it is intense. And you might have mental screaming matches and you might feel incredibly small and immature afterwards, but I'm pretty sure it's something all girls go through, and the way Manning writes it makes it just so real. Also, pretty funny when you're on the outside looking in, with many years of experience to fall back on.
I have to give a nod to the joy of reading good Brit fiction. I mention it a lot when I'm reading British books, but our market is so swamped by US stuff that I have stand up and give Brit brilliance a shout-out when I can.
I'm now left with that bittersweet feeling I get when I've just finished a book I loved. I'm happy because I've found this amazing collection of words, but I'm sad because I've finished reading it for the first time, and no matter that I will love it for years and read it over and over, no subsequent reading quite captures the euphoria of reading and getting to know these characters for the first time.
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