Publish Date: September 7th, 2010
Rating: 2 / 5
I received a copy via a giveaway.
Seventeen-year-old Bianca Piper may not be the prettiest girl in her high school, but she has a loyal group of friends, a biting wit, and a spot-on BS detector. She's also way too smart to fall for the charms of man-slut and slimy school hottie Wesley Rush. But things aren't so great at home and Bianca, desperate for a distraction, ends up kissing Wesley. Worse, she likes it. Eager for escape, Bianca throws herself into a closeted enemies-with-benefits relationship with him. Until it all goes horribly awry. It turns out Wesley isn't such a bad listener, and his life is pretty screwed up, too. Suddenly Bianca realizes with absolute horror that she's falling for the guy she thought she hated more than anyone.
I've wanted to read this for years. Freakin' years. I am so bummed out because I didn't care for this book. At all. Is there something wrong with me? A lot of my Goodreads and blog friends loved it! It became a movie! Where did I go wrong?
I just didn't get it. What was the point of this story? Bianca's parents are getting a divorce so she sleeps with Wesley to escape the reality of her life. But what reality was she trying to escape(?) because at the beginning of the book, she wondered to herself why her parents don't just get a divorce already. Oh, by the way, sleeping with Wesley was a huge deal because she hates him. Then all of a sudden--never mind!-- she didn't hate him anymore. She LOVED him. What?! The end. I was getting whiplash with all the back and forth.
What Could Have Been Better
Bianca. The book summary states that she has a biting wit. I just thought she was a complete b-word.
The drama. Bianca's mother and father divorce, but Bianca expected (and seemingly wanted) it. Bianca's recovering alcoholic of a father went on a bender after the divorce, then in a matter of a week, he recovered again. Bianca's father hit her while he was drunk, but all was forgiven the very next day. I want better drama, please! This sugar coated stuff just isn't for me.
“Spanish, huh?" he said, glancing down at the scattered papers as he grabbed them. "Can you say anything interesting?"
"El tono de tu voz hace que queria estrangularme." I stood up and waited for him to hand over my papers.
"That sounds sexy," he said, getting to his feet and handing me the stack of Spanish work he'd swept together. "What's it mean?"
"The sound of your voice makes me want to strangle myself."
I have absolutely no idea. Everyone except me, I guess.