Punk 57

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So, I figured I should start with the good part before starting absolutely bashing a book. Before I started, I thought about myself: “focus, Isadora, you must have seen SOMETHING good at least.” So, I came up with this list, and I’ll analyze it topic by topic: I’ll admit this wasn’t without its flaws. I even was going to mention them…but why taint what I thought was a pretty addicting book? I don’t want to be negative, I just want to focus on the positive, which is how I’m going to end this review-with why this book was so unflinchingly addicting.

Also some of the conflict in the book might be a little contrived/cliche/predictable. Didn't bother me in this circumstance, but might bother others. how I acted like I wasn’t. I knew he didn’t mean it, but I do know he’d be happier still having the one child of his he had a good relationship with. With me, what does he have? But I can’t let him go. Annie is in him, she’s in this house, and we’re her family. We have to stay that way. “We’re never going to have a relationship like you and she had, but I’m here.” I stand up and quietly start clearing off the cluttered table, heading to the kitchen to do the dishes. I have heard so many good things about this book. And you are totally right about Bully! I ate that shit up, too! I just don’t want to get into this book until I am in the right mood for angst. Great review! I have had a lot going on at home and at work...plus I think I have an ear infection that I have been assuming was a headache or something else for a while now. Well, the police just got here,” Ten informs us. “The police?” I whisper. “I didn’t think what we did was that bad.” “No, it’s not for the vandalism. It’s for Trey. A bunch of kids—several girls—are in the office, ratting him out. I guess the posts got to them.” “You should really go, then,” I tell Misha. But just then Principal Burrowes approaches us and my heart skips a beat. “Mr. Laurent? Come with me now.” He stares at her for a moment. But I jump in. “Why?” “I think he knows why.” He hesitates for a moment, and I think he’s going to fight like last time, but he doesn’t. He takes a step. “No, no, no…” I burst out. “He didn’t do anything.” “It’s okay,” he assures under his breath. But Burrowes interjects, looking at me. “I show you on the log as the last person, other than the janitor, to sign out and leave the school Friday evening,” she tells me. “Now that’s not unusual, since you stay late to teach swim lessons, but then it occurred to me that you have a key. And then I remembered the company you’ve been suddenly keeping.” She glances at Misha. “Did you take her key?” “No!” I answer for him. “Yes,” he says. Oh, Jesus. “It’s okay,” he says again. “I’ll be fine.” She leads him away, and I throw up my hands, feeling helpless. Why didn’t he just walk out like last time? He doesn’t have to protect me, and he knows I won’t let him take the fall. What is he doing?That line really hit me the first time I read this letter a couple years ago. And the hundred times since then. How can she say so little and yet so much? And there’s this poor emo kid, Manny, who doesn’t say one word. He’s there just to be bullied by Trey, Lyla, and, of course, Ryen. He’s a character who has no life of his own, he was invented just to serve the purpose of being bullied by these stupid kids. I was SO hoping that there would be a plot twist where Manny went there and killed all of them, making this book at least a little interesting. Punk 57 Book Review Questions and Answers: Alright, I gotta go. But yes, to answer your question, that lyric you sent me last time sounds great. Go with it, and I can’t wait to read the whole song. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. You would absolutely hate her. She’s everything we can’t stand. Mean, cavalier, superficial… The kind who doesn’t have a thought stay in her head too long or else she needs a nap, right? I’ve always been fascinated with her, though.

I know it’s hard to write female characters. Usually, the girls are judged harshly. If they’re weak, they’re the weak princess waiting for her prince to save her, a bad-developed character. If they’re too strong, they’re unrealistic, a tomboy that hates feminine stuff and thinks tears are bad. I GET IT. But in this case, there’s nothing that helps Ryen’s case. She’s one of those shallow popular girl stereotypes that we love to hate. And instead of breaking this stereotype, she just makes it worse! She sometimes says “I know I shouldn’t be like this but I don’t like to not fit in.” We have a small pinch of hope that she’ll get some self-reflection but she just shrugs it off and keeps being terrible. I have no life there if you're not in it. You're part of everything good I've ever done, Ryen. Please.” groups and couldn’t talk easily with people. That my music and movie choices weren’t like the average kid. Plain and simple: I didn’t fit in. I had nothing in common with other kids around me and being limited to my small environment, I couldn’t find anyone I did have things in common with. I constantly felt like I didn’t belong. Like I was crashing a party and people were just waiting for me to get the hint and leave. That was until I met you. We started hanging out and talked about everything. Every day at recess, we’d walk around the perimeter of the field and chat about stuff we had in common. You were kind and funny, you listened to me and didn’t make me feel pressured or awkward. I was glad to finally have a friend. Until I started wondering why I didn’t have more. We’d keep walking and talking, but sooner or later, my eyes would drift over to where everyone else was playing and laughing, and I’d start to feel left out again. What made them so special to be crowded with people? Why did they seem happier and a part of something better? What were they doing and how were they behaving that I wasn’t? I came to the conclusion that I needed to see myself as better before I could be better. And by better, I mean popular. In putting myself on a pedestal with whatever nasty behavior I could, I believed I was elevating myself. And in a way, I guess I was. Being mean got those friends I thought I wanted. Now, there’s nothing I can say that makes what I did to you alright. I know that. Even a kid knows how to be nice. But I wanted you to know that I’m sorry. I was wrong, and I regret what I did. It was the first act in a long line of acts that made me a very unhappy girl, and I see now how valuable one good friend truly is and how little those popular kids actually mean in the big, wide world. I can’t change the past, but I will do better in the future. I’m sorry if I bothered you. If you’re reading this and wondering why I dwelled on something that was perhaps so insignificant to you. Maybe you’re surrounded by a great life and tons of happiness, and I’m not even a memory. But if I hurt you, I’m sorry. I want you to know that. You were a good friend, and you deserved better. Thank you for being there for me when I needed you. I wish I’d done the same. Love, Ryen But I’ve forced books before and they flop every time. It’s not worth it. Readers always know when an author wasn’t connecting. It feels like shit to be alone. To be in a place full of people and feel like they don't want you there. To feel like you're at a party you weren't invited to. No one even knows your name. No one wants to. No one cares. Are they laughing at you? Talking about you? Are they sneering at you like their perfect world would be so much better if you weren't there, messing up their view?Ryen and Misha have a hate-love connection in Punk 57. If you want to read another story where hatred turns into love, you should consider reading RoomHate by Penelope Ward. Now, with Falling Away, I just said screw it. Even though BULLY was my favorite to write, because I was free of fear with that one, Falling Away is my favorite book. I will read every review, because no one can tell me anything that will make me feel bad about this story. I am who I am, I write how I write, and I'm proud of myself, no matter what anyone says ;) Everything is bad. The writing is bad. The scenarios are bad. Misha starts living under a different name in a different city, being basically homeless, and he still gets to go to school every day, and the thing that’s in his mind is this popular cheerleader bully. How did he enroll in school with a different name? Where does he get money? How could he live in this abandoned theme park? Why is there power in this abandoned theme park? This whole book feels like a fantasy. It ignores worldbuilding, character building, relationship building, etc. Punk 57 Book Review: How forced the relationship is, no chemistry at all; When she meets the confident athlete Garrett, he proposes a deal she can’t ignore. If Hannah helps Garret improve his grades, he will help her break out of her shell and get her crush’s attention. When she asks her friend Andrew for help to impress a new guy in town, she realizes that she might have had feelings for something that’s always been in front of her.

The Upside of Falling by Alex Light is a fun tale of unexpected love. This heartwarming YA novel should be added to your to-read list if you love heartwarming fake relationship books. Erika’s ex-boyfriend’s older brother has always been kind of scary to her, especially since she got his friends arrested. PUNK 57 I bought myself, which already means that I'm going to be an eensy bit more critical of it because I'm spending my hard-earned money on the book and judging it accordingly. PUNK 57 was our book of the month in the Unapologetic Romance Readers group for April, and as someone who had read her work previously, I was interested in seeing how it had changed from CORRUPT. Dear Misha, So, have I ever told you my secret shame? And no, it’s not watching Teen Mom like you. Go ahead and try to deny it. I know you don’t have to sit there with your sister, man. She’s old enough to watch TV by herself. No, actually, it’s far worse, and I’m a little embarrassed to tell you. But I think negative feelings should be released. Just once, right? You see, there’s a girl at school. You know the kind. Cheerleader, popular, gets everything she wants… I hate to admit this, especially to you, but a long time ago I wanted to be her. Part of me still does. You would absolutely hate her. She’s everything we can’t stand. Mean, cavalier, superficial… The kind who doesn’t have a thought stay in her head too long or else she needs a nap, right? I’ve always been fascinated with her, though. And don’t roll your eyes at me. I can feel it. It’s just that…given all of her detestable attributes, she’s never alone. You know? I kind of envy that. Okay, I really envy that. It feels like shit to be alone. To be in a place full of people and feel like they don’t want you there. To feel like you’re at a party you weren’t invited to. No one even knows your name. No one wants to. No one cares. Are they laughing at you? Talking about you? Are they sneering at you like their perfect world would be so much better if you weren’t there, messing up their view? Are they just wishing you’d get the hint already and leave? I feel like that a lot. I know it’s pathetic to want a place among other people, and I know you’ll say it’s better to stand alone and be right than stand in a crowd and be wrong, but... I still feel that need all the time. Do you ever feel it? Do you think Amelia and Justin can mend fences and rekindle their love? Or will his new girlfriend stand in their way?I feel like that a lot. I know it's pathetic to want a place among other people, and I know you'll say it's better to stand in a crowd and be wrong, but... I still feel that need all the time. Do you ever feel it? I wonder if the cheerleader feels it. When the music stops and everyone goes home? When the day is gone and she doesn't have anyone to entertain herself with? When she removes her makeup, taking off her brave face for the day, do the demons she keeps buried start playing with her when there's no one else to play with?