I have the most unhealthy relationship with YA fiction and decided to create this review thing of sorts for the books I read.
First up: Hilary Duff's Elixir
First off I must say that I think Hilary Duff is the shit for some odd reason. I grew up with her and Lizzie McGuire---that show was also the shit, and I just felt like even though the situations were so exaggerated I still felt a connection with her. Who else made puberty that funny for me during that painful time (even though I didn't really experience puberty until I was fourteen-sixteen....I'm a late bloomer you guys).
I LOVE her movies.
According To Greta----I freaking love that movie because Greta's voice is so cynical and in your face and bad ass and like ohyeahirunthisshit....and Evan Ross is also in the movie. He's definitely nice to look at even though he looks like a sissy to me....he just screams DL. C'mon look at him. He's soooo pretty. That's unnatural.
A Cinderella Story--I thought the movie was kinda cute even though it oozed of absolute corniness and I felt like more could have been done with it. Do people ever get tired of turning Cinderella into a modern 'woe is me' kinda character? Ok...so Cinderella is supposed to be like that, but can't she be kick ass at the same time. Why don't they create a Cinderella who's seemingly sweet but when her evil step family goes to sleep every other night she wreaks some sort of havoc like leaving snakes in their bed or some shit like that.
But I digress.
Initially I liked....maybe even loved her book Elixir. At first I wrote it off as a complete joke. Like who the fuck thinks they can be an actor/writer/singer? At first glance I told her picture to "Sit that ass down because you can't have it all!"
But that was me hating so I told myself to cut the bull and actually give Elixir a decent chance. Plus school is out for me and I need something to do because I was going insane.
Clea Raymond is a talented photojournalist and the daughter of high-profile parents. Usually she’s in total control of her camera, but after Clea’s father disappears while on a humanitarian mission, eerie, shadowy images of a strange and handsome young man begin to appear in Clea’s photos—a man she has never seen in her life.
When Clea suddenly encounters this man in person she is stunned—and feels an immediate and powerful connection. As they grow closer, they are drawn deep into the mystery behind her father’s disappearance and discover the centuries-old truth behind their intense bond. Torn by a dangerous love triangle and haunted by a powerful secret that holds their fate, together they race against time to unravel their past in order to save their future—and their lives.
The opening line is kinda meh to me, or rather I have conflicting emotions about it. It opens to a scene in the hottest night club in Parish France where the narrator is currently having a hard time dancing and breathing (mentally) simultaneously. I was like ok, this is ok, it's not bad. Then I thought....wait isn't she seventeen?
How the FUCK did she get into a night club? And what the hell is she doing in Paris alone with her ditsy whore of a friend Rayna? She never calls Rayna a whore but what else would you call a girl who thinks every guys she dates (and she dates alot) is her soulmate? I mean every singly GUY. Maybe whore is a bit harsh but whatever.
Moving on I felt a moment of connection with Clea when she described what was going on with her at the moment. I thought to myself that Hilary was pretty good with creating these abstract thought patterns that actually made Clea seem like a real individual. She was even funny, sarcastic and entertaining for a moment. The plot got even better when she went home and discovered the pictures and stuff and the guy in every picture that she had taken while in Paris and Greece too. It freaked me out a little bit, which was a good sign, it meant the book was redeeming itself for once. Coupled with her dads year long disappearance I thought that shit was about to go down and get really good. And her sidekick Ben? He was hot for a minute...but I'll tell you why he fell from grace later.