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[furyofvissarion]

I'm inaugurating a new tag: shitlist. Last week I attempted to read Valerie Frankel's YA novel Fringe Girl; it sounded like the type of easy-read fluff (uncool girl uses the lessons learned in social studies class to orchestrate a revolution in the school social order) that is right up my alley at the moment.

But no! I got as far as page 2 before I had to restrain myself from hurling the book across the subway car into the head of another innocent commuter. Behold:

Where I was "decent," my friend Eli (short for Elizabeth) Stomp fell on the exotic end of the attractiveness spectrum, with jet-black hair, mysterious dark brown eyes, red lips. Her ghostly pallor and rail-thin body gave her a certain (granted, Chinese) vampirish air--the possible explanation for why boys seemed to reel back in fear of her rather than assuming a rightful, worshipful posture in her presence.

Fuck right off, Valerie Frankel. THAT SHIT AIN'T CUTE.

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[sarrabellum.livejournal.com]

She actually married someone who said, to her, "I adore every inch of your body. And it would be even better if you could get rid of the stomach." That is some kind of fucked up right there.