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A lot of it. Two mid-twenties women review books, movies, music, and facts of life.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://loseyourcred.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://loseyourcred.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4744378745772955575/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>julieann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661110505780143886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LoseYourCred" /><feedburner:info uri="loseyourcred" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEGSXs8eyp7ImA9WhZRFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4744378745772955575.post-6662404624204699759</id><published>2011-04-10T02:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T02:30:28.573-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-10T02:30:28.573-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="read-a-thon" /><title>Read-A-Thon: I Think We're Done Here</title><content type="html">I am bundling up my loaf of cat (seriously, all four paws tucked and sleeping on the living room floor) and my book and heading for the bed. I know there's only four hours left, but I'm not a person who likes to be awake for a lot of hours at a time, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did finish Holly Black's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Red Glove&lt;/span&gt;, bringing me to a total of 749 pages for those two books combined. I have been reading Naomi Novik's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Throne of Jade&lt;/span&gt;, but as I'd already started it, I have no idea how many pages of it I've read so far tonight, nor how many I'll read before I finally go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd imagine I'll call it quits somewhere around 800 pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the important thing is this: I have read, oh, about twice as many pages as Lanie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, and good luck to those who are finishing out the last four hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Julieann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4744378745772955575-6662404624204699759?l=loseyourcred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The White Queen by Philippa Gregory: 33 pages&lt;br /&gt;
Emma by Jane Austen: 245 pages&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In Progress:&lt;br /&gt;
Allison Hewitt is Trapped: Madeleine Roux (starting at page 87): 87 today&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Total pages read: 365&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Status: Tired. Going to read in bed and will post the final count in the morning. Good luck to everyone who's still reading!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-lanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4744378745772955575-7308227600141878840?l=loseyourcred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The White Queen by Philippa Gregory: 33 pages&lt;br /&gt;
Emma by Jane Austen: 245 pages&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In Progress:&lt;br /&gt;
Allison Hewitt is Trapped: Madeleine Roux (starting at page 87): 43 today&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Total pages read: 321&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Status: Very glad I am no longer reading anything from my phone/kindle app on my computer. My eyes are very tired of all that. Also doubtful that I will begin book four or even finish book three but I'm pushing through!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4744378745772955575-6293398294909096665?l=loseyourcred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(Fun fact: my cat is named after Isabelle Lightwood, a character in this book.)&lt;br&gt;
-Julieann&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Okay, I only had 33 pages left to read of The White Queen, but still. It's done!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finished:&lt;br /&gt;
The White Queen by Philippa Gregory: 33 pages&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In Progress:&lt;br /&gt;
Emma by Jane Austen: I don't know but I will figure out how to track this&lt;br /&gt;
Allison Hewitt is Trapped: Madeleine Roux (starting at page 87): 0 today&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Total pages read: 33&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Status: DISTRACTED by this whole Emma page tracking thing. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Lanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4744378745772955575-7145692568842209193?l=loseyourcred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm awake and have eaten a bite and am relatively lucid (maybe I should look into some Mountain Dew before I say I'm actually awake), here are my goals for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to read Cassandra Clare's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;City of Fallen Angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. after which I will read Holly Black's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Red Glove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. followed by finishing Naomi Novik's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Jade Throne&lt;/span&gt;, which I am currently in the middle of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I manage all of that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I will start Naomi Novik's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Powder War&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I still need more once those are done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have Johann Wyss's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Swiss Family Robinson&lt;/span&gt; on my Kindle app on my phone, which I am halfway through and&lt;br /&gt;6. I am re-reading Holly Black's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Valiant&lt;/span&gt;, which I am also halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;7. Or I can start Carrie Ryan's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dead Tossed Waves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A series of plans! I has them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the little survey thingie from hour 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1)Where are you reading from today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hipster colony! I will find somewhere to read where I won't fall asleep. AKA not my bed! Maybe I will have a bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Three random facts about me…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will be splitting my time read-a-thon-ing with a roleplay scene I am currently involved in. I can't leave four and potentially five other people hanging while I read a book! That's just uncouth!&lt;br /&gt;2. My cat stared at me until I got out of bed this morning. It was super creepy and I hope this is not something she makes a habit of. Izzy! What do you want from me? You have kibbles!&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't love Incubus. I love Taking Back Sunday. Lanie and I are going to have a fight! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3)How many books do you have in your TBR pile for the next 24 hours?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are approximately 5 million books in my general to be read pile, because I mostly only read on the train now, but currently four complete books off the top of my head, and half of one I've been reading on my way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Do you have any goals for the read-a-thon (i.e. number of books,  number of pages, number of hours, or number of comments on blogs)?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two and a half, with an extension for a third complete book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)If you’re a veteran read-a-thoner, any advice for people doing this for the first time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we did this a while back, I learned DO NOT READ IN BED, YOU WILL END UP TAKING A NAP INSTEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Julieann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4744378745772955575-4826214783430178969?l=loseyourcred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Read-a-thon is on, bitches. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I'm kind of three hours late in getting a start but that's fine because Julieann is not even awake yet!&lt;br /&gt;
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Goals: Finish The White Queen by Phillippa Gregory (only 33 pages left) and Emma by Jane Austen (reading on my kindle on my phone so I have no earthly idea how much I have left, other than "less than half"). I don't know which other books on the book pile I'll knock off today but let's say the goal is...at least two, bringing it to a total of four finished books today.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shall I go back and do the mini challenge of hour one? Sure!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1)Where are you reading from today?&lt;/b&gt; The suburban DC hipster colony where I reside. More specifically, probably on the worn-out couch&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;2)Three random facts about me…&lt;/b&gt; My dog is going to interrupt my reading at least 47 times today. I am currently trying to figure out how to shower but not waste valuable reading time. I love Incubus. Love, love, love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;3)How many books do you have in your TBR pile for the next 24 hours?&lt;/b&gt; My to-be-read pile in general is out of control, not counting library books. I would like to read 8 just to catch up to the 50 books per year goal, but that seems a little ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;4)Do you have any goals for the read-a-thon (i.e. number of books, number of pages, number of hours, or number of comments on blogs)?&lt;/b&gt; At least four books. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;5)If you’re a veteran read-a-thoner, any advice for people doing this for the first time?&lt;/b&gt; I am not a veteran by any means. I could use advice, especially about that shower thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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-Lanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4744378745772955575-1889366121282627603?l=loseyourcred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As no stranger to the eating disorder memoir, I dove right in, excited for fresh details cataloging the experiences and situations that ultimately led Renn down the rabbit hole to disorder. She uses clear logic to explain how she ended up unhealthy and makes every effort to reiterate that her disordered actions were just that. The early part of the book, about her childhood and how nature and nurture both added up to ultimate destruction of her self-esteem and body as a result was told really well. You really get a sense that Renn was a girl you could have known growing up, by the way she tells her story. It's relatable and really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Where the book falters is the recovery portion. It seems as if one day, after enough frustration, she simply decided not to be sick anymore. Her weight fluctuated and she was unhappy for a while, she eventually found her "normal" weight and everything was fine. As she tells her story, after choosing plus size rather than "straight" modeling, she'll interject that she was still screwed up about weight and food, but I would've liked to hear more about that, what work she put into herself mentally and physically to get better. I want to know what battles she had to fight to get taken seriously in an industry prone to tokenism and flightiness, instead of switching between statistics about eating disorders and the awesome people she's been able to work with. &lt;br /&gt;
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I get that Renn doesn't want to burn any bridges, should she continue to bust down the barriers to work in high fashion and work for those who had previously shunned her. I was disappointed that she wasn't able to get any more specific about her struggles, and the second half of her book was the poorer for it, but it wasn't a bad book by any means.&lt;br /&gt;
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Renn and Ingall use a casual style, but sometimes the magazine style takes over a little too much. I could have done without the clothes-porn descriptions of Renn's wardrobe and the awesome things she's worn in photo-shoots. Ditto for the overt praise toward designers and photographers. If you're more into fashion than I am, maybe it'll be a plus, but I hardly expected to hear what any photographer is &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; like from a still-working model. &lt;br /&gt;
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It's not as serious a memoir as others I've read, it's not the most dramatic book about a disorder that I've ever read either. It is, however, an interesting look at the messages that women are sent, explicitly and implicitly by the world of fashion and the attitudes of those around them, for better and for worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4744378745772955575-4623721492189304904?l=loseyourcred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Pretty Little Liars&lt;/i&gt; was the perfect vacation read; scandalous, mysterious and funny. It's basically Gossip Girl with slightly less abhorrent male characters. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Much of this book alludes to past events when five girls, Alison, Spencer, Aria, Emily and Hanna were best friends, in between 7th and 8th grade. After the bossy ringleader Alison disappears, the group fractures and their secrets stay kept. When Aria returns to town and the girls are entering their junior year of high school, strange texts and emails, all signed by "A," start to plague the girls.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really enjoy that &lt;i&gt;Pretty Little Liars&lt;/i&gt; has a bit of mystery to it and things take a darker turn than the Gossip Girl series did. If you liked those books, there's no reason why &lt;i&gt;Pretty Little Liars&lt;/i&gt; won't go down just as easily. If you weren't into the Gossip Girl series, but you enjoy frothy scandals, give this series a try. It's definitely a quick and fun read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4744378745772955575-278109730900951199?l=loseyourcred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes. That was what I would do. I'd just stop eating.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of two things would happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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I would get thin again. Or I would die.&lt;br /&gt;
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Either way I would win. - &lt;em&gt;Life in the Fat Lane&lt;/em&gt; description from back of book, 1998 edition. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I love a good eating disorder (ED from here on out) story. Let's get that fact out of the way first. I find the psychology of them endlessly fascinating and one day, I hope to work with and help those that suffer from EDs.&lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps my more-than-casual interest in EDs colored my perception of this novel too strongly. Maybe author, Cherie Bennett, did not intend to address EDs at all, though much of the story centers around typical disordered thoughts and some characters are governed by what is usually looked at as disordered behavior, though Bennett refrains from using any specific terms (purging, binging, etc.) to refer to Lara's behavior. This story is not strictly about an ED, but it is firmly entrenched in that world. What Bennett did intend to do is a mystery to me. &lt;br /&gt;
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Beauty queen and conveniently-named (for a completely unimaginative fat joke in the novel's latter half), Lara Ardeche (pronounced Ard-ash, can you see it coming?!?), is the straight-A, perfectionist, popular girl with parents who have no problems obsessing about her weight and eating habits over the dinner table. That's about 3 precursors for an ED right there. I'm willing to give Bennett one point for correct information, but I'm about to take away a million points for negligence.&lt;br /&gt;
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Chapter numbers are, instead of chronological, beginning from one, Lara's weight measurements as they change through the book. Convenient for the reader, sure, so you don't have to do math or flip back chapters to add up Lara's weight and the plot points are all centered around weight, so the subject matter changes with each weight change. On the other hand, how gross and patronizing, to completely reduce this character to her weight and size, offering minimal plot with plateaus.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, when Lara is deemed to be at her perfect weight in the beginning of the novel, it gives someone who might tend toward disorder a goal weight to attain. Numbers are known to be triggering for those who are suffering with an ED. Although anyone with an ED picking up a book with this title is probably looking for trouble, a good bit of fear-based "thinspiration" and Bennett provides plenty of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lara is under an insane amount of pressure from almost every source. Her parents have a rocky, seemingly loveless marriage, her friends are superficial and make derogatory comments about Lara's less popular plus-sized best friend to her face, her boyfriend is deemed unsatisfactory though she does love him, she has beauty pageant demands and she has self-imposed high academic standards. When she gains a little bit of weight, the pressure mounts and her barely-existent self-confidence falters until everything threatens to give way. Then does, when she continues gaining weight. Her grades take a dive, her parents relationship fractures, her friends turn on her, she can't even diet "right" (she abstains from eating during the day and sneaks food at night), and continues to gain weight to the point of hospitalization. &lt;br /&gt;
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Being the person I am, I analyzed the clues given: Lara diets and "cheats" when failing to succeed at adhering to impossible restrictions, she works out to extremes. This has ED written all over it. Even when her weight gain was minimal, her mother provided immediate scrutiny. God. Her mother. What a piece of work. She set a terrible example, smoking and restricting her own eating for fear of weight gain and in the interest of keeping her man. All this set up to tell a pretty good story of what can happen when a perfect storm of pressure breaks down the spirit and body of a seemingly perfect girl. &lt;br /&gt;
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But no.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was debating revealing the next detail, but the following fact can be found on the back of another 1998 edition, so it's technically not a spoiler: it turns out that Lara develops a FICTIONAL metabolic disorder that causes her to gain weight, regardless of calorie intake.&lt;br /&gt;
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I read the acknowledgments, where Bennett thanked someone for medical references, so I assume the disorder is based on something real. That's fine. The fact is that the doctors tell her that she's retaining insane amounts of water, her body is highly efficient, the less you feed it, the more "efficient" her body could get, leading to more weight gain. &lt;br /&gt;
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Seriously? I mean, wouldn't she at least have some kidney problems or something?&lt;br /&gt;
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Whatever. She gets "fat" (I won't reveal her weight at either end of the scale but she and everyone else calls her this), word spreads in her hometown that it is out of her control and she gets some pity, even though her old superficial asshole friends turn against her. &lt;br /&gt;
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I understand the appeal of using an outside force as the controlling factor - completely governing the weight she will be. Most bodies have a set-point at which they will return with &lt;a href="http://psychcentral.com/blog/archives/2009/08/26/what-is-normal-eating/"&gt;normal eating habits&lt;/a&gt;, which is out of anyone's control.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why, then, was that not enough to be a compelling story? Looking at how a "perfect" girl dealt with weight gain -- flying in the face of what everyone around her seemed to judge about her -- would have made for an empowering story, had Lara ever for one second stopped hating her new body.&lt;br /&gt;
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No. &lt;i&gt;Life in the Fat Lane&lt;/i&gt; supplied the perfect bogeyman, an unstoppable force onto which Lara could place the blame for her weight and could safely hate her body without hating herself...though she kind of did that too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After Lara's family moves, she loses all her social capital as well as the pity she'd gained at her old school. Lara's new school was a horror show of fat-hating stigma (which, to be fair, a lot of high schools probably are for most people that fail to fall into a narrow ideal) and everyone else's disdain for her was only compounded by her own self-loathing. &lt;br /&gt;
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Even as she allowed herself to start a new life in a new town, deigned to make friends with the other outcasts (she was horrified that they gravitated toward her, as if she was one of them) and found a way to enjoy a talent that didn't rely on her beauty -- she never seemed to stop hating herself. What she went through didn't make her change her opinion of anyone of size who were surely to blame for their own weight problems, except, OMG, some of them can apparently dress themselves and still have style! And sometimes they can find guys that like them, if they're blind or probably still want them to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;
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For fucking real?&lt;br /&gt;
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The unnecessary disease, on top of the incessant weight bashing made for an unbelievable, yet still entirely depressing read. I cannot recommend this book for anyone and can only view it as a strong example of what not to do. Don't pull explanations out of thin air. Don't supply hate directed at a character (and a large segment of the population) that never gets resolved unless you want your characters irredeemable. And definitely, do not feed on the fears of those with actual diseases and/or endorse those behaviors, giving them perfect justification for disordered reasoning without attempting to frame any of that as such.&lt;br /&gt;
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She hates her new home in the suburbs, her best friend has moved away, her homeroom teacher mocks her and her mother is making her attend a social skills group for teenage girls. When a stranger shows up at school and hands Dante a flyer that reads: Woof, woof. You are not a dog. Why are you going to obedience school?, Dante thinks she’s found a soul mate. Someone who understands. Someone else who wants to make real changes in the world. But there are all kinds of ways of bringing about change…and some are more dangerous than others. - &lt;em&gt;Inferno&lt;/em&gt; jacket copy from Robin Stevenson's website. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this book came up when I was on a search for LGBT YA literature on Amazon to round out an order so I could get free shipping (I'm thrifty and it's &lt;em&gt;books&lt;/em&gt;). So I bought it and it arrived and I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of like a sub-par lesbian version of Stephen Chbosky's &lt;em&gt;The Perks of Being A Wallflower&lt;/em&gt;. Only instead of music, Dante is into running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dante is this sixteen-year-old girl, and a huge part of the plot is that she's just changed her name from Emily to Dante, because she's super obsessed with Dante Alighieri's &lt;em&gt;The Divine Comedy&lt;/em&gt;. I mean, so of course her parents let her change her name to something totally ridiculous that she's only gotten into the year before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you can see where I have a problem with this premise, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's all this fuss about how her name was Emily last school year and now it's Dante and nobody wants to call her Dante and seriously, this book would have been SO much better if she'd been a transman. I am not even kidding you, because the whole book sort of feels like maybe Dante as a character wants to transition, but the author didn't go there with it because she was too chicken to follow through with what she started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. But maybe that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she meets this chick Parker, she falls &lt;em&gt;omg head over heels&lt;/em&gt; in love with her. Because that's what you do in high school, gay or straight. But see there's no actual conflict in the book unless Dante falls for Parker, because everything Dante does after that point is to make Parker like her. Even though Parker is straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sidenote, I recently read Julie Anne Peters's &lt;em&gt;Far From Xanadu&lt;/em&gt; which had basically the same premise. And the same fucking fruitless ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOILER: Dante doesn't get the girl. Because Parker is &lt;em&gt;straight&lt;/em&gt;. Also she has battered spouse syndrome. /SPOILER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so there's some pathetic high school prankage anarchy and blah blah wow, this book really did not go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not badly written, to tell the truth. But I found myself rooting for Dante to realize she was just bisexual and hook up with Leo because unlike with Parker, they actually had chemistry/made sense. But oh no, they're both in love with Parker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, uh. If you're really bored and borrowing it from a friend or the library, you might read this book. Don't spend your money on it, though, 'cause it's not worth it. Pick up Peters's &lt;em&gt;Xanadu&lt;/em&gt; instead, because it's got a better plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Julieann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4744378745772955575-7546267613961848968?l=loseyourcred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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That's really what this blog is all about, I guess: enjoyment via managed expectations. That and embracing the pleasurable part of guilty pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;
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Enough of that. I'm pretty sure no one even reads this blog but I probably don't need to incorporate our raison d'être into every post.&lt;br /&gt;
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When in Rome is supposed to be about the dumped single girl, Beth, disrupting a magical, love-enchanted fountain and a bunch of guys fall in love with her as a result while she also finds herself falling for someone after being closed off and broken-hearted. What it was actually about was Kristen Bell being dressed up and adorable while she navigated being stalked and nearly groped by said entranced men. Creepy! &lt;br /&gt;
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Danny Devito was the standout love-stalker because he was so unexpected and awesome, but he was also the creepiest, and not because of the age factor either. Anjelica Huston stuck out for being Anjelica Fucking Huston and she's awesome, obviously. What the hell was she even doing in a movie with Fergie's husband? Yes, Josh Duhamel was the love interest. Bell's real life beau, Dax Shepard, was a self-obsessed model, stunned with his ability to suddenly be in love with anyone (almost) as much as he loved himself. Jon Heder played the same character he always does (Efren Ramirez even had a small part, just in case you could ever forget his and Heder's association) and Will Arnett had a bad fake accent which...seems to be par for the course for him. &lt;br /&gt;
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Every other character could have been played by a cardboard cutout for how much they were utilized, which was especially sad in the case of Alexis Dziena who can &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0770752/"&gt;ditz&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0385278/"&gt;crazy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0412019/"&gt;around&lt;/a&gt; like no one's business. Dziena's role as Beth's younger sister Joan was justifiably not that prominent, but I was happily surprised by her presence.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, the love story was cute but not sickeningly so. The ending was completely predictable if you are at all familiar with how movies work, but the rest of the movie leading up to the inevitable ending was pleasantly diverting without being nearly so obvious.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was watching this with friends, which automatically made this a better time, but I wouldn't have been mad if I spent the half an hour watching it by myself. I wouldn't seek it out to watch again, but it's good for a single-serving time killer.&lt;br /&gt;
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The verdict: don't pay to see it, probably don't even bother to dvr it, but if you come across it and there's no better Jennifer Lopez or Kate Hudson romantic comedy on right then...go for it!&lt;br /&gt;
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- Lanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4744378745772955575-8190677418943943833?l=loseyourcred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sixth &amp; I Synagogue in DC may sound like a really strange thing, but it was actually kind of incredible. Of course, sitting in a pew in a house of worship lends itself to a great many jokes about religion. (I was raised Baptist and am not Agnostic, for the record, and this was my first time being in a synagogue - or anything but a Christian facility, actually.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Sixth &amp; I Synagogue is beautiful. It is absolutely, positively gorgeous, and the sound, sitting and watching Andrew McMahon play with just the piano and Bobby Raw accompanying him on acoustic guitar (and occasionally mandolin) was an experience unlike any other. It was pure, auditory perfection. In the balcony, Lanie and I couldn't see that well (in fact, it took me several minutes to realize Bobby Raw was onstage at all), but it didn't matter. The sound was so perfect that I didn't need to be able to see anything.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I love Andrew McMahon. This is a thing I am completely unashamed of. He is one of my heroes in life. If you are not familiar with him, he is the frontman of the piano rock bands Something Corporate and Jack's Mannequin, and had a bone marrow transplant in 2005 while battling leukemia. The current tour is in support of the documentary he made while going through treatment, Dear Jack, which I'm sure we'll review as soon as it comes in. (I've got it on preorder for the release date of November 3.) His music has helped me get through difficult times in my life, and his personal battle has made me aspire to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That said, I went into this show with the knowledge that I would probably cry, and that I had put on my regular mascara instead of the waterproof stuff. And yes, I teared up, right from the very beginning as McMahon opened the set with "Hammers and Strings (A Lullaby)" from Jack's Mannequin's 2008 release The Glass Passenger.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the precise order, but the songs played are vaguely as follows.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;from Jack's Mannequin:&lt;br /&gt;Hammers &amp; Strings (A Lullaby)&lt;br /&gt;Spinning&lt;br /&gt;Crashing&lt;br /&gt;Swim (Music Box version)&lt;br /&gt;The Resolution&lt;br /&gt;Bloodshot&lt;br /&gt;Holiday From Real&lt;br /&gt;Rescued&lt;br /&gt;Bruised&lt;br /&gt;Dark Blue&lt;br /&gt;La La Lie (West Coast Winter version)&lt;br /&gt;There There, Katie&lt;br /&gt;The Mixed Tape&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;from Something Corporate&lt;br /&gt;Walking By&lt;br /&gt;Punk Rock Princess&lt;br /&gt;The Astronaut&lt;br /&gt;As You Sleep&lt;br /&gt;21 and Invincible&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;covers:&lt;br /&gt;Friend of the Devil (Grateful Dead)&lt;br /&gt;Moon River (Audrey Hepburn)&lt;br /&gt;Dream (Everly Brothers)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bobby Raw also played one song, which I don't remember the name of, other than McMahon sang harmony on it and it was very nice.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes, seeing him in a synagogue, watching him drink wine and tease Bobby Raw about drinking Mexican beer in a synagogue was strange, but the entire experience is one that I am extremely glad to have had. -Julieann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4744378745772955575-3540900185215698113?l=loseyourcred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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