A word from my childhood
And now for something a little different:
For one bright, shining moment someone else in the world linked to me. And then that moment passed before I could reciprocate, but since I'm being such a slacker about getting onto Molly's tragedy, forgive me if I whore out a little love.
If Sweet Valley High is my guilty pleasure, then Christopher Pike was what kept me [questionably] sane throughout the rest of my pre-teen and teen years. There is a reason why many of my favorite SVH books are the ones where horrible things happen... or when Margo, the queen of horrible things, shows up. SVH let me believe that high school would be Awesome. CP let me know that high school would suck your soul out and if you weren't lucky, it would suck your entire life away, too. So it gives me great joy to find someone else digging through the various Pike novels out there and going easy on the mockery and big with the love, except when he fucked up, which he had a serious tendency to do towards the end of his big run back in the day. Seriously, guys, some of those last books were more than phoned in. Less than phoned in? Whatever. I distinctly remember passing one of his later books around to various friends and you'd know when they finished because they'd call and they'd say the same thing, "What the hell was that and where's the real book?"
Ah, memories. So, if you weren't too cool to skip the Christopher Pike stage, you should probably enjoy Like Pike
Love out of the way, I give you another little something different:
Outcast
Pre-review thoughts:
You have to marvel at the balls it took for someone to actually think this through and get it green-lit.
The Pitch: Y'know how we just knocked Regina off to show that drugs are bad, mmmkay? Well, what if we focus the next book on one of the people responsible for her death? No, not Amy Slutton. No, not Bruce. No, not even that guy who took her to the party and then would not take her home because he wanted to see how fucked up his ex would be on heroin. The aforementioned ex! Yeah, and we'll have her be so riddled with guilt and yet so unable to actually take any blame for this that she wanders around crying, begging for people to take it easy on her when she fucking helped kill a girl. That's right. She'll goad Regina into snorting that second line of coke, cheer her best friend on as said friend FORCES Regina to do that second line, and then dear, sweet, confused Molly will spend the next book moping about how everyone hates her even more than they did before.
Balls.
Of.
STEEL.
It is with this annoyed point of view that I go into the follow-up book. Truthfully, I'd rather skip this one and go straight for the Thriller book that OtE promised me, but, you know, I can't. Chronologically speaking and all, I have to deal with Molly.
For one bright, shining moment someone else in the world linked to me. And then that moment passed before I could reciprocate, but since I'm being such a slacker about getting onto Molly's tragedy, forgive me if I whore out a little love.
If Sweet Valley High is my guilty pleasure, then Christopher Pike was what kept me [questionably] sane throughout the rest of my pre-teen and teen years. There is a reason why many of my favorite SVH books are the ones where horrible things happen... or when Margo, the queen of horrible things, shows up. SVH let me believe that high school would be Awesome. CP let me know that high school would suck your soul out and if you weren't lucky, it would suck your entire life away, too. So it gives me great joy to find someone else digging through the various Pike novels out there and going easy on the mockery and big with the love, except when he fucked up, which he had a serious tendency to do towards the end of his big run back in the day. Seriously, guys, some of those last books were more than phoned in. Less than phoned in? Whatever. I distinctly remember passing one of his later books around to various friends and you'd know when they finished because they'd call and they'd say the same thing, "What the hell was that and where's the real book?"
Ah, memories. So, if you weren't too cool to skip the Christopher Pike stage, you should probably enjoy Like Pike
Love out of the way, I give you another little something different:
Outcast
Pre-review thoughts:
You have to marvel at the balls it took for someone to actually think this through and get it green-lit.
The Pitch: Y'know how we just knocked Regina off to show that drugs are bad, mmmkay? Well, what if we focus the next book on one of the people responsible for her death? No, not Amy Slutton. No, not Bruce. No, not even that guy who took her to the party and then would not take her home because he wanted to see how fucked up his ex would be on heroin. The aforementioned ex! Yeah, and we'll have her be so riddled with guilt and yet so unable to actually take any blame for this that she wanders around crying, begging for people to take it easy on her when she fucking helped kill a girl. That's right. She'll goad Regina into snorting that second line of coke, cheer her best friend on as said friend FORCES Regina to do that second line, and then dear, sweet, confused Molly will spend the next book moping about how everyone hates her even more than they did before.
Balls.
Of.
STEEL.
It is with this annoyed point of view that I go into the follow-up book. Truthfully, I'd rather skip this one and go straight for the Thriller book that OtE promised me, but, you know, I can't. Chronologically speaking and all, I have to deal with Molly.