As part of the 10 Books in 2016 Challenge, I read Jodi Picoult and her daughter’s sequel novel Off the Page.
No, of course I had not read the original, although there was enough exposition in the sequel to make me fully aware that a teenage girl becomes obsessed with a children’s fairy tale, falls in love with the prince protagonist, and figures out how to get him out of the book because he loves her back.
Off the Page is about as interesting as can be expected, considering the fact that it is a sequel written by a mother-daughter duo, one of whom is Jodi Picoult.
I know that I am in the minority here, and that a lot of people think that Jodi is amazing, because she writes about issues from multiple viewpoints, and her novels are risqué, but I don’t like her writing and find her work predictable.
This book was no exception. Except that it was batshit crazy because apparently that’s what teenagers are like? Or I’m assuming that’s where the Picoult women were going with this.
Like, going on 2 dates does not mean you are boyfriend and girlfriend. Love at first sight is lust before you get to know each other well enough to be bored. And date real people whom you can stand, girls, because waiting around for the fictional ones who are “perfect” for you only works in novels.
Overall, an escapist piece of fluff that is too ridiculous for me to recommend. This book earns two melting ice cream cones on the scale of whatever-the-fuck-I-feel-like.