Felicity St. John has it all—loyal best friends, a hot guy, and artistic talent. And she’s right on track to win the Miss Scarlet pageant. Her perfect life is possible because of just one thing: her long, wavy, coppery red hair.
Having red hair is all that matters in Scarletville. Redheads hold all the power—and everybody knows it. That’s why Felicity is scared down to her roots when she receives an anonymous note:
I know your secret.
Because Felicity is a big fake. Her hair color comes straight out of a bottle. And if anyone discovered the truth, she’d be a social outcast faster than she could say “strawberry blond.” Her mother would disown her, her friends would shun her, and her boyfriend would dump her. And forget about winning that pageant crown and the prize money that comes with it—money that would allow her to fulfill her dream of going to art school.
Felicity isn’t about to let someone blackmail her life away. But just how far is she willing to go to protect her red cred?
Another day, another DNF. I blame a part of this on cleaning out my bookshelves—I want more space for my books so I am trying to get to those tomes I put off because I’ve been a bit weary about reading them (most of them are impulse buys/gifts). Red by Alison Cherry was one of them.
It has one of those premises that you know the book is really going to work or not work. Within 35 pages, I realized it’s going to be thrown into the storage/giveaway bin. It just didn’t work for me. I think part of the problem was that the writing seemed too distant and it took itself way too seriously.
Then again, it sort of backed itself into a corner with that premises. Unless written masterfully, that premises is just not going to work it’s more like one of those parody summaries I do for Do Judge a Book by Its Cover.
The lack of characterization and stilted third point of view didn’t help its case either, by the time the main conflict (the blackmail) happened I could care less rolled my eyes and threw it into the bin.
Many people wonder why I count/review DNF’s, especially one like Red which I barely touched. Part the reason I do this, is I feel it’s necessary to write down my thoughts about why a book didn’t work for me. Besides, I feel like if I give a book a good college try I should add it to my reading count. I know I’m not going to return to Red anytime soon—unless I decide to dye my hair the same color as the model on the cover, that shade of red is to die for. The thing is the book isn’t to die for.
Overall Rating: A DNF. The premises is just too much an the characters and plot didn’t save the book. It took itself way too serious.