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Flawless by Jennifer McGill-Sadera
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I really enjoyed this book. It had a lot of depth to it and not everything was at it seemed. There were highs and lows and everything in between. I had a hard time putting it down once I really got into it.
I didn't like Lia at all in the beginning but over time I did start to like her. I had a little bit of hard time connecting with her cause she embraced that whole "Ice Queen" thing. She wasn't a like-able person. Although the writing made me continue to keep reading and I'm really happy I did. I learned more of the reasons as to why Lia was the way she was. The author kept us waiting to find out what was happening. We follow Lia over a ten year period throughout her life. We see her through high school, college, and her career. We watch her friendships grow and evolve and watch her grow as a person.
Overall, I definitely recommend you pick up this book and read it! You won't be sorry.
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I knew what they called me: Ice Queen. Princess. And those were the nicer names, conventionally used by the boys in the school. The girls called me a frigid bitch and a stuck-up cock teaser. At least nobody ever called me a whore, a term bestowed on easily half the girls in Woodrow High. I smiled, recalling my favorite nickname: The Royalty. They all called me that, but not to my face. Never to my face. When they were near me, they all called me over to them. They beckoned me to their lunch tables and tried to lead me to their lockers, where they could pause, casually talking with me. Showing their
classmates what a deep connection we had.
“Lia, over here,” came a voice from across the room. I walked toward the table closest to the windows. It was prime real estate in the student cafeteria and only the most popular had sitting rights.
Smiling down at the faces turned upward from the their chicken patties as I passed, I reflected on my enviable predicament. I was never offended by my peers’ pathetic attempts to simultaneously worship and destroy me. Taking offense would have required even an ounce of caring on my part and, sadly,
I didn’t possess any of that. My apathy mystified them but it confused and frightened me far more than any silly name-calling or hero worship.
“Make room for Lia,” instructed Kara Carhill, her shoulder-length auburn hair swinging lushly around her face.
“Hey Kara,” I sidled up next to a girl whose name I could never seem to remember. Sarah? Celia? Samantha? Yes, I think it was Samantha. I pressed my hip next to Samantha’s, forcing her to move over and share her chair with me. Her tremble informed me she was thrilled to do it. “What’s up?”
“Just wanted to say ‘Happy Birthday,’” said Kara, looking smug. She smiled at me then looked expectantly around at the others, who immediately echoed her wishes.
“Thanks so much,” I said, mimicking her warm smile. Okay, who told her? I thought through my list of close friends and decided it had to be John. I hoped he got something out of it at least. Maybe she let him feel her up.
“How sweet you all are.”
“You look gorgeous today. Where did you get that stunning dress?” asked Kara.
I smiled again, but not at her compliment. I was amused by the fact that she was the only one at the table who ever addressed me. No other girl dared—or were allowed. “Thank you, I made it.”
“Of course you did,” said Kara. “How stupid of me to even ask. You make the most beautiful clothes. I love the skirt you made Maddie, you know, the one she wore yesterday?”
I nodded. “Yes, that’s one of my favorite pieces.” I knew she was dying to ask me to make her one but her pride would never allow it. Pity, I thought. If she’d only ask, I’d be happy to make her something. But giving her one of my designs unsolicited was equivalent to giving up control and I
could never do that. The thin veneer we’d forged was all that was keeping everyone in line. I sat back, waiting. There was more to come and I had to be patient.
“By the way, Dex is having a party Saturday night and he told me to let you know,” said Kara as if she’d just thought of it.
I smiled. Being patient had its privileges. “Your boyfriend’s parents going out of town again?” She nodded and, feeling magnanimous, I put my hand on Samantha’s arm and looked at her. “You going?” Samantha flushed and nodded. I looked back at Kara, whose face was just as red—with fury. Kara
hated to be upstaged. “Then I’m in.”
“I’ll let him know,” Kara said tightly.
“I know Dex will have something decent to drink, won’t he?” I asked, standing. “You know how much I hate beer.”
“Of course.” Kara sounded offended. I bit my lip, hiding my smile. Only God knew what kind of names she’d be calling me as I left the lunchroom. Everything under the sun, except, of course, slut. I was never called that.
When I got to the doorway, Doug was waiting for me, smiling. “You know there’s a special hell waiting just for you when you die, don’t you?”
I grabbed his arm and squeezed. “Thanks honey, you know just the right things to say to a girl on her birthday.”
He shook his head, laughing. “Why do you take such delight in tormenting that poor bitch?”
“Because I can.”
He shrugged. “Hell, if anyone deserves it I guess its Kara Carhill.”
“Don’t pretend for even a moment that you wouldn’t knock her down a notch if you could.”
He sighed. “If only I could. But I don’t have your power, my friend.”
I rolled my eyes. “You don’t want it.”
He laughed. “With great power comes great responsibility. That’s how the saying goes, no?”
“Something like that.”
We stopped at Doug’s locker for his lunch bag before heading to mine.
“Do the others know we’re eating in the senior room today?” I asked. Whenever Kara’s group lunched in the cafeteria we’d automatically eat in the senior room. I hated to be stared at when I ate and her crowd ogled the most. Dex and his group of football thugs were thankfully in a different lunch period.
“I think so.” Doug twisted the front of his combination lock. “What got Kara’s panties in such a bunch today?”
“She invited me to Dex’s party Saturday.”
“And you said no.”
I shook my head. “Uh, uh. I’m going but I played with her a bit before giving my answer.”
He flung open his locker and grabbed the bag from the top shelf.
“You’re like a cat with a mouse. Why do you want to go, anyway? You don’t like them.”
“Yeah, but Dex always finds a way to get his hands on a bottle. Last time it was rum, one of my favorites.” My throat closed around my last words and my heart hammered a warning. I knew my attraction for the stuff was not a good thing but I brushed a strand of hair off my face, determined to dismiss the uncomfortable thought with it.
Doug gave me one of his intent looks, the kind that saw right through me. When I frowned, he smiled and slammed his locker door shut. “You’re an evil genius, as opposed to me. I’m just a genius.” He hooked his arm with mine. I sighed and leaned into him because he was right on both counts.
Arm-in-arm we made our way down the hall to my locker. We both stopped in front of it, staring. It was completely covered in crepe paper and streamers. Scrawled across the top in what appeared to be shaving cream was: “Happy Birthday.” But that wasn’t the focal point. Taped front and center was
a white T-shirt with a saying on it: “I am not a bitch, I am The Bitch and that’s Ms. Bitch to you.” I laughed.
"Aww, they thought of you on your big day,” said Doug.
“They shouldn’t have,” I murmured, gently pulling the shirt off the locker and removing the pieces of tape. “Could you open my locker and grab my lunch, Doug?” I asked, shaking out the shirt and pulling it on over my head.
Maddie, John and Wilson were already in the senior room when we entered. They stared at my chest, along with everyone else in the room. I sat down, supremely amused.
“Okay, I’ll be the one to ask,” said Maddie. “What’s with the shirt?”
“Doesn’t it go well with the dress?” I asked the group at large. Might as well get as much mileage out of this one as I could. God, I thought, I was such a jaded bitch. When she merely raised her eyebrows, I added, “A little present on my locker.”
"How nice,” mocked John.
“I wouldn’t have had a decorated locker if some little birdie hadn’t sung my birthday song all over the school,” I said. His grin confirmed my suspicions. I smiled back. The fact that he cared little for consequences was his most appealing attribute. Hypocrisy annoyed me. No need to act remorseful if you weren’t.
“Nice and cruel at the same time,” observed Maddie. “I’d expect nothing less of the idiots in this school.” Unlike John, she had a super-conscience. She was forever being offended on my behalf. This I loved most about my oldest friend. I also envied her tender sensibilities.
“Don’t worry Maddie, Lia isn’t,” said Wilson.
“That’s right.” I looked at him and he smiled in his guileless way, reminding me yet again why I loved him the most of all my friends.
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