Thursday, April 25, 2013

V is for Vixen (and that has absolutely no relationship to my topic today. the word just sounds cool)



Everyone knows that Chelsea Knot can't keep a secret 
Until now. Because the last secret she shared turned her into a social outcast—and nearly got someone killed.
Now Chelsea has taken a vow of silence—to learn to keep her mouth shut, and to stop hurting anyone else. And if she thinks keeping secrets is hard, not speaking up when she's ignored, ridiculed and even attacked is worse.
But there's strength in silence, and in the new friends who are, shockingly, coming her way—people she never noticed before. If only her new friends can forgive what she's done. If only she can forgive herself.

In books, there's always that girl, the perfect one with the straight golden hair and perfectly tanned body and blinding smile and too shiny lip gloss and horrible, horrible personality.  The alpha girl, the girl everyone loves, the girl the protagonist sees for her true colors and eventually brings down. And then there's the girl that's always with her, the second-in-charge, the one that always has some good in her, but lets the evil of the alpha overcome her. This is her story. 

Chelsea starts off as a mean girl who lives in the shadows of her best friend, and ends up discovering who she really is. But then one day, she opens her mouth too much, and then instead of stopping, opens it up even more until everything come tumbling, tumbling down, down, down on top of her. The story is poignant, not so much a coming-of-age story, as a discovery of personality story. And that basically sums up everything I have to say about it. But do give it a try. (And that writing on the top that seems to float, that's the cover. The cover is white. And it's so perfectly fitting to the story.)

Teaser:

The thing I mentioned earlier, about cheerleaders not being synonymous with popular? This is true, like, ninety percent of the time. But then there are times they are actually the most popular girls in school, at least for a day, because those days are Game Days.
On Game Days, the cheerleaders get to wear their uniforms to school. And boy, are they teeny tiny. The uniforms. Not the cheerleaders. Well, some of them are, but some of them are on the heavy side. Not judging, just pointing out the fact. I mean, when you think about it, it makes logic sense. Someone has to be strong enough to throw the tiny ones in the air.