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Okay, li'l peeps. Y'all have been asking--both on the blog and through email--what How to Be Bad is about, so I'm going to paste in this SO FRICKIN' COOL review/synopsis by an amazing book chick person in New York city. You know, where everyone wears black and is uber-cool. Unlike the peeps in Colorado where I live, who wear very large belt buckles with pictures of steer on them.

Here's what Reading Rants has to say (and I'll paste the link at the bottom in case you want to go see her whole site, which rocks):

This. Is. One. Badass. Book. Seriously...three awesome chick lit. authors banded together to write this hilarious Florida roadtrip story via email, each adopting a different alter-teen-ego: “Christianpants” Jesse, tough-girl Vicks (who is described as having b & w hair, and I imagined her looking like voted-off-too-soon A.I. Season 7 Amanda Overmeyer), and shy, upper-class Mel. I won’t be the one to spoil the surprise of who wrote what, but friends, it was ALL good. Vicks’ s boyfriend Brady has gone off to college in Miami, which would be fine except he hasn’t texted or called in two weeks and Vicks is worried. So worried that she can’t even share her fears with her best friend, Jesse. Jesse, whose fine-looking Mama can still compete in wet t-shirt contests, has just learned that same sassy Mama has been diagnosed with breast cancer and is so worried about her mother’s possible demise and loss of her eternal soul (according to Jesse, wet t-shirt contestants go straight to Hell, without passing go or collecting $200 dollars) that she doesn’t tell Vicks. Instead, Jesse suggests a road trip to see Brady as a distraction for them both. Third wheel Mel invites herself along because wants a taste of the BF love that Vicks and Jesse share (and also, she’s the only one with an AmEx who could spring for the hotel). After three stinky days in a broken down Opel, an unsupervised house party, two ‘gator “attacks” (one stuffed, one real), a melt-down in a pirate themed-hotel room, and a glorious all-expenses-paid trip to EPCOT, they’re not just friends—they’re badasses (or “badbottoms” as Jesse would say) to be reckoned with. Not since Thelma and Louise has it felt so good to be this bad. Ready to be tossed in your backseat next time you hit the open road with your best buds after May 2008!

Here's the link, eh?
http://www.readingrants.org/2008/04/10/how-to-be-bad-by-e-lockhart-sarah-mylnowski-lauren-myracle/

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