Secrets – a book review

Secrets – a book review

Title: Secrets (#2) Author: Kate William (a ghostwriter, series created by Francine Pascal) Publisher: Bantam Books Pages: 118 ISBN: 0-553-25044-2 Price: $6.85 (USD, paperback, previously owned) I couldn’t resist reviewing another one of these – I’ve got other books I’ve just finished that I could review. Other books that would probably make my reading choices seem more respectable, but screw it: these are ridiculously fun to review. Where to start? With the cover where Jessica’s comb-over makes another appearance? Or how the pink of the princess phone Jessica is gossiping into matches the pink of Elizabeth’s sensible sweater so exactly? Or how the whole cover is a gentle pastel nightmare right down to their matching lipgloss? We open with pretty much the same scene as the first book – more palaver about Jessica’s stunning good looks: “Jessica was, as usual, too gorgeous for words (then why do you keep talking about her???). Her sun-colored hair shimmered about tanned shoulders left bare by the silky Hawaiian print dress that perfectly complimented her blue-green eyes. A bewitching smile on her lovely oval face usually completed the picture of perfection. The only trouble was, she wasn’t smiling right now…” And there’s the hook! Why isn’t she smiling? What would make someone blessed with such amazing good looks be so sad? Beautiful people aren’t supposed to have to deal with sadness and troubles like us mere mortals. And in keeping with the first book, we are also treated – again! – to Jessica grousing about what an “absolute mess” she is before “tossing her head in disgust, even though every golden strand seemed to be in place.” and raging that her twin had her tossed in the school pool fully clothed in the first book. Cara, Jessica’s BFF, flatters her back into a better humour: “…you know really did look kind of sexy. Like Bo Derek in that beach scene in 10.” Not a single one of my friends have ever a) told me I was sexy, or b) compared me to a movie star, or c) needed to do either because I was acting like a spoiled little shit who needs compliments the way other people need oxygen. Not that I want to reach into the pages and slap her or anything. Cara goes on with the cajoling flattery, and between vomit-inducing compliments (“Bruce will be so blinded by your beauty…”) we are introduced to the plot: Jessica wants to be queen of the fall dance, because Bruce Patman (handsome, filthy-rich, drives a Porsche) is sure to be king, and Jessica LURRRVES him so much (because he’s handsome, filthy-rich and drives a Porsche). Shallow and materialistic? Not our little made-of-sunshine Jessica! But, Jessica is worried that Elizabeth’s best...

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