Maybe I was asking for too much.
Back then, this was the classic recipe of an average teenage life. Where people were heavily influenced by religion. Where sibling rivalry was such a trend. Where puppy love was something innocent. So for a 90’s kid perspective, like me, it all sounds relatable. Something, I thought, I want to read.
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“Hadley meets the perfect boy. Oliver is British, sits in her row.”
Bullshit. This part of the blurb is hilarious. Is being British one of the qualifications to be called perfect? I’ve read the novel. Pretty sure he’s no near Johnny Deep (aka perfection).
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Samantha, a white girl, thinks she’s so “normal,” and I quote, “..blond hair, blue eyes, freckles, nothing special” Damn right you are! You keep on talking like that and you’ll be every other girl in the neighbourhood. You’re a rich girl. I’m sure we can find and buy you something special. So stop fucking moaning.
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