How My Summer Went Up in Flames by
Jennifer Salvato Doktorski
Series: Standalone
Published
by Simon Pulse
on May 7 2013
Genres: Young Adult, Contemporary
Pages: 307
Rating: 2/5 stars
First she lost her heart. Then she lost her mind. And now she’s on a road trip to win back her ex. This debut novel’s packed with drama and romance!
First she lost her heart. Then she lost her mind. And now she’s on a road trip to win back her ex. This debut novel’s packed with drama and romance!
Rosie’s always been impulsive. She didn’t intend to set her cheating ex-boyfriend’s car on fire. And she never thought her attempts to make amends could be considered stalking. So when she’s served with a temporary restraining order on the first day of summer vacation, she’s heartbroken—and furious.
To put distance between Rosie and her ex, Rosie’s parents send her on a cross-country road trip with responsible, reliable neighbor Matty and his two friends. Forget freedom of the road, Rosie wants to hitchhike home and win back her ex. But her determination starts to dwindle with each passing mile. Because Rosie’s spark of anger? It may have just ignited a romance with someone new…
I’m not sure exactly
what it is that I love so much about road trip books. I can’t quite put my
finger on it. Maybe it’s the idea of being stuck in confined quarters with
people a la Big Brother? Maybe it’s the definity of having a final destination
in mind that is so comforting? Or it could be the constant change of scenery
and watching as characters adapt to each new setting they come across? I don’t
know, but there was something just a bit off about this. It certainly didn’t do
for me what Wanderlove by Kristen Hubbard did (not that I was really expecting
it to). It just felt very lukewarm and soggy noodle-y. This book is really
lucky it’s short, because if it were 100 pages longer I wouldn’t have finished
it. As it were, I read it in about a day and a half (mostly because I locked
myself out of the house and had a long stretch of uninterrupted reading time).
My biggest issue with
this book was Rosie. She just didn’t really interest me as a character. Her
obsession with Joey was off-putting from the very beginning, though she claimed
not to be hung up on him. She was a very wishy-washy character and the
impulsiveness that she was supposed to have felt more like a character trait
the author selected for her and then clung to than an actual facet of her personality.
It didn’t feel organic at all.
Additionally, she
slut-shames ALL THE TIME. It starts with the girl who Joey cheated on her with,
which is uncool to begin with. The 14 year old girl is not to blame for Joey
cheating. Joey is to blame for Joey cheating. End of story. It would be bad
enough if that was the extent of her judging other girls for their so-called
“slutty” behaviour. But oh no, it doesn’t stop there. Rosie later notices a girl at Dollyworld with huge
boobs in a skimpy lycra tank top and comments that she (Rosie) “keeps [her]
curves tastefully covered.” Um, you’re at DOLLYWORLD. Also, this girl’s breasts
are none of your concern. She goes on to describe Avery, who is pretty much the
sweetest girl in the universe, as “so cute in a nonslutty Barbie kind of way”,
which I think she actually means as a compliment. There are a few other grossly
misogynistic tidbits thrown in sporadically throughout the rest of the book
(like when Rosie immediately assumes that Avery’s dad is the one who makes all
the money just after being told that her mom is a renowned doctor), but they
aren’t all worth mentioning.
I didn’t hate the
male characters as much as I loathed Rosie, but they were a little flat. I
actually liked Matty and Spencer far more than Logan, but of course she would
go for the “hot” guy. I never expected otherwise, though I did find it weird
and off-putting that Rosie had romantic entanglements with literally every
somewhat age-appropriate male she met (who wasn’t her brother). Their nerdiness
was kind of endearing (though I noticed that almost all of the apparent
nerdiness happened off-page), and there was one appalling misuse of Yoda
linguistics. “Stalk no more, I will not” makes absolutely no sense. Double
negative much?
The writing tried way
too hard to be funny and when it was trying to be slightly more serious it
reeked of amateurism. There weren’t many grammar errors, which speaks highly of
either author or editor (or both), but it read like a ninth grade story
assignment that was written the night before it was due.
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