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lindseyembry33's review against another edition
3.0
I found this book to be pretty good but entirely unsuprising or life changing....I read the sequel too.
mbrandmaier's review against another edition
5.0
Girl must learn to branch out after her best friend is put on a separate track from her when they start at a new middle school. She also learns to deal with the bitchy alpha female in her class and gets her first crush, aw.
shonaningyo's review against another edition
3.0
I thought this book would be weak, but it wasn't. Not to me, anyway.
Forgive me, review readers, but the best way for me to enjoy a book and to properly connect with one is if it has a character or situation that I can relate with.
Believe it or not, pretty much the same exact same thing Erin went through in this book happened to me.
I was in 7th grade. I had a best friend who became very close with a mean girl at school. No one liked this girl because though she was very intelligent (one of numerous things that my friend had in common with her) she was very critical and harsh, one of those people who deflated your "silly-happy" balloon with logic and reality.
At the same time I was on a site called DeviantArt.com ... Now, I was a very, very depressed person, though I didn't really recognize it as "depression", you know? I was awkward. People liked me, I guess, but I wasn't socially aware of myself; I didn't have the skills to be in the group and whatnot.
I have an inferiority complex, that's the one, right? The one where you feel like you'll never be good enough? Or whatever. I had that BAD BAD BAD. So bad, so very bad. No one knows how bad, you do not KNOW how bad. Seeing all that art on that site made me feel bad.
The mean girl picked on me. It wasn't blatant in class, but while I was trying to have a conversation with my best friend (her and the mean girl were joined at the hip at this time), the mean girl would butt in and put me down or make fun of me. Not in the way where she says, "Your shoes look stupid" or anything, but these wonderful gems that f%cking rocked my world on its hinges:
-No one likes you
-You act like such a child
-You're not funny
-No one wants to be your friend when you _______
I tried to fight back, I tried to make her stop and tell her to shut up. What was so heartbreaking was the person I considered my best friend, my buddy, my comrade...she just stood between us and tried to make the angry clouds disappear. She didn't defend me or anything, she just shrugged her shoulders and said, "Well, that's how she is."
So I wrote my angry and bitter feelings in a journal on DeviantArt. Before it was just normal stuff of my day-to-day life, stupid stuff, meaningless 12 and 13 year old stuff. But then gradually some bitter anger seeped into my writing. I mentioned some mean things she did. I vented my frustrations and hatred and ire about them onto my public journal.
I shouldn't have told them about the awesome and wonderful world of DeviantArt.com. During that time when I was uploading my average drawings...pretty good, not TOO bad, the mean girl made an account and commented and criticized them. My online friends jumped to my rescue, and I still thank them for that deep down inside. My Mom tells me, "No one online actually cares about you." That's a f$gging LIE, MOM. a FUGGING LIE. People DO care about me. They aren't all angry teenagers or adults that want to cyber children. DeviantArt was this place where I could receive e-hugs and words of encouragement from people who were teenagers and had the same feelings I did...
Of course they could never understand just HOW MUCH I was suffering. I felt black. I felt like everything was black. There was no hope. Day after day, week after week, the black bile rose and grew within me. Now my posts included the friend that I felt betrayed my friendship and my feelings. I couldn't scream, it was locked up inside.
And then, disaster struck:
The mean girl found my journals. She told her parents and my friend, and my friend's father (who is one of the scariest people in the history of forever. He's a Scorpio; YOU DO NOT FUCK WITH SCORPIOS) and my parents busted my ass. NO MORE DeviantArt. Delete it ALL. (I didn't, just the journals, and I it was until a few months ago that I decided to venture fully onto DeviantArt and re-immerse myself within the world. I'm more confident and hopeful, so that's why it's not like death to my self-esteem). Apologize.
So I know what it's like to have people hate me for posting things about them on the Internet.
People get all bitchy because they probably believe THEIR side of the story is not being told. But truly, both Erin and me told it like it was:
Jilly was a stupid ho. Seriously. She is going to be one of those girls that goes to 3rd base before the end of Freshman year.
Read this book. It's quick, and though the stupid preteen "my life sucks, blah blah blah" grates on your nerves, once you settle into the story and get a rhythm going it's fast and satisfying.
Forgive me, review readers, but the best way for me to enjoy a book and to properly connect with one is if it has a character or situation that I can relate with.
Believe it or not, pretty much the same exact same thing Erin went through in this book happened to me.
I was in 7th grade. I had a best friend who became very close with a mean girl at school. No one liked this girl because though she was very intelligent (one of numerous things that my friend had in common with her) she was very critical and harsh, one of those people who deflated your "silly-happy" balloon with logic and reality.
At the same time I was on a site called DeviantArt.com ... Now, I was a very, very depressed person, though I didn't really recognize it as "depression", you know? I was awkward. People liked me, I guess, but I wasn't socially aware of myself; I didn't have the skills to be in the group and whatnot.
I have an inferiority complex, that's the one, right? The one where you feel like you'll never be good enough? Or whatever. I had that BAD BAD BAD. So bad, so very bad. No one knows how bad, you do not KNOW how bad. Seeing all that art on that site made me feel bad.
The mean girl picked on me. It wasn't blatant in class, but while I was trying to have a conversation with my best friend (her and the mean girl were joined at the hip at this time), the mean girl would butt in and put me down or make fun of me. Not in the way where she says, "Your shoes look stupid" or anything, but these wonderful gems that f%cking rocked my world on its hinges:
-No one likes you
-You act like such a child
-You're not funny
-No one wants to be your friend when you _______
I tried to fight back, I tried to make her stop and tell her to shut up. What was so heartbreaking was the person I considered my best friend, my buddy, my comrade...she just stood between us and tried to make the angry clouds disappear. She didn't defend me or anything, she just shrugged her shoulders and said, "Well, that's how she is."
So I wrote my angry and bitter feelings in a journal on DeviantArt. Before it was just normal stuff of my day-to-day life, stupid stuff, meaningless 12 and 13 year old stuff. But then gradually some bitter anger seeped into my writing. I mentioned some mean things she did. I vented my frustrations and hatred and ire about them onto my public journal.
I shouldn't have told them about the awesome and wonderful world of DeviantArt.com. During that time when I was uploading my average drawings...pretty good, not TOO bad, the mean girl made an account and commented and criticized them. My online friends jumped to my rescue, and I still thank them for that deep down inside. My Mom tells me, "No one online actually cares about you." That's a f$gging LIE, MOM. a FUGGING LIE. People DO care about me. They aren't all angry teenagers or adults that want to cyber children. DeviantArt was this place where I could receive e-hugs and words of encouragement from people who were teenagers and had the same feelings I did...
Of course they could never understand just HOW MUCH I was suffering. I felt black. I felt like everything was black. There was no hope. Day after day, week after week, the black bile rose and grew within me. Now my posts included the friend that I felt betrayed my friendship and my feelings. I couldn't scream, it was locked up inside.
And then, disaster struck:
The mean girl found my journals. She told her parents and my friend, and my friend's father (who is one of the scariest people in the history of forever. He's a Scorpio; YOU DO NOT FUCK WITH SCORPIOS) and my parents busted my ass. NO MORE DeviantArt. Delete it ALL. (I didn't, just the journals, and I it was until a few months ago that I decided to venture fully onto DeviantArt and re-immerse myself within the world. I'm more confident and hopeful, so that's why it's not like death to my self-esteem). Apologize.
So I know what it's like to have people hate me for posting things about them on the Internet.
People get all bitchy because they probably believe THEIR side of the story is not being told. But truly, both Erin and me told it like it was:
Jilly was a stupid ho. Seriously. She is going to be one of those girls that goes to 3rd base before the end of Freshman year.
Spoiler
I wish Mark and Erin would've become a couple! I was so sad to find out they didn't!Read this book. It's quick, and though the stupid preteen "my life sucks, blah blah blah" grates on your nerves, once you settle into the story and get a rhythm going it's fast and satisfying.
jerrica's review against another edition
2.0
The book has potential, but it ends up like a regular middle school horror story book about a girl who loves a popular but thoughtful boy, has an enemy with a long, important sounding name (Serena Worthington, anyone?) and has a slightly more popular than her best friend. Erin tries to defeat the stereotype of normal, angsty, middle-school aged narrator but sounds like the rest of them. The author tried to mix it up, instead of the girl writing poems or drawing a piece and entering it in the school art fair (or whatever), she is a web designer! And while the author injects us with computer terms and savvy computer talk, it does not disguise the fact that the "novel" was full of Erin's fantasies and weird acronyms for everything, which start to get annoying after you have to translate every single one of them (and believe me, there are a lot) and stop when you can't remember it exactly.
And it doesn't help that the title was written in cursive and your incredibly immature boyfriend doesn't think it says "click here", but rather something else entirely and shows it to the boy population of whatever class you are in (English/Science/Study Hall) and asks them to read what the title is. Idiots.
And it doesn't help that the title was written in cursive and your incredibly immature boyfriend doesn't think it says "click here", but rather something else entirely and shows it to the boy population of whatever class you are in (English/Science/Study Hall) and asks them to read what the title is. Idiots.
blacksheepdigitalva's review against another edition
5.0
This book ws depressing, but it is an extremely good story. I've read it a few times and every time I did, it made me sad, but I still love it. The main girl creates this blog as her diary. Long story short, the whole entire school ends up seeing it. She hurts a few people, but also becomes close with others. It's a really good story, that I would happily read again.
mon_ique's review against another edition
4.0
I really liked this book! Denise made me like Erin, who went through so much, but still had the humor through out. It was awe. some. I doubt the second one can measure up to a girl dressed as a corn on a cob, or wearing a board for how many days....... Not looking forward to being disapointed
izzy_1004_'s review
4.0
CLICK was a hilarious book that kept me laughing the whole way through. At first, I thought it was going into a different direction, but then there were twists and turns that caught me off guard. The ending was satisfying and throughout the book there are life lessons that you can benifit from.
I recommend this to anyone who's in or about to go into middle school, or more specifically, seventh grade.
I recommend this to anyone who's in or about to go into middle school, or more specifically, seventh grade.
natii4u's review against another edition
emotional
informative
inspiring
reflective
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
4.75
jdyschmdt's review against another edition
4.0
I'm reading it with some junior high girls. I loved it.