Saturday, June 20, 2015
Girl Defective, by Simmone Howell
Aussie YA always seems a bit weird and generally has never appealed to me. This particular example is weirder than most and awkward in the way it tries so hard and so self-consciously to be hip. The story is a mess, following no discernible trajectory. Without a story I cared about, I found keeping up with the cast of characters to be nearly impossible. I suspect that simply lost the track altogether because I couldn't figure out what was going on. All of which may raise to mind the old chestnut that you shouldn't review a book that I don't understand. But, really, why should reading a book be such a chore?