One good deed will change everything.
Sadie is not excited for the summer before her senior year. It will be her first without her college-bound best friend and (now ex-)boyfriend by her side, so Sadie braces herself for a long, lonely, and boring season working at a farm stand in the Hamptons. But things take an unexpected turn when Sadie steps in to help rescue a baby in peril and footage of her impromptu good deed goes viral.
As she’s recovering from “the incident” and adjusting to her Internet fame, Sadie receives an invitation to a lunch honoring teem homegrown heroes. The five honorees instantly connect and soon decide to spend their time together righting local wrongs. Sadie and her new friends embark on escalating acts of vigilante Good Samaritanism, but might be in over her heads when they try to help a heroin-addicted friend. Are good intentions enough to hold unlikely friendships—and an even unlikelier new romance—together?
I didn’t like Carrie Firestone’s debut for various reasons, but the book had a cute premises AND I thought well, maybe with some experience the books will get better.
This will probably be the last Firestone book that I review. Based on the two books she has so far released I think her style and mine do not mesh and that’s perfectly fine to admit and move on from. That being said, if you’re not as cynical as me and can over look some things-like a character thinking that you can literally see the equator and a so called bright eighteen year-old never hearing of molly-then, well, more power to you, but this is where I write my Dear John Letter to the author:
Dear Ms. Firestone,
This is it. We’re parting ways. I wish you well in your career, but I am no longer going to be fooled by your bright cotton candy summer covers because your books are anything but bright.
Oh, you might try to fool me with light beachy atmospheres but there are really dark subsets to your books. I mean, come on, assisted suicide and now heroin dens.
And speaking of heroin, I really hated the way you treated addiction. Having several relatives that are addicts, some that are addicted to opioids, I thought this was a fairly unrealistic account of how an addict behaves.
Seriously, drug dens? I know they exist, but most addicts will pick up their dope from a friend or in a ditch or something. Plus, as rich as the character that is addicted is I’m surprised she’s not abusing other opioids since heroin is often seen as a last resort for these addicts.
And I’m not even going to go into the OD bits.
Yes, drugs are bad. They are dangerous. But I feel like you should’ve at the very least watched a couple episodes of Intervention to see how a lot of these addicts act and decline. Because got to tell you, your depiction of drug use seemed pretty unrealistic and these scenes were rather trigger inducing.
Even if it wasn’t for the whole weird drug subplot, I probably wouldn’t have been much of a fan of this book. For one thing, you named the love interest Gordy.
Do you know what I think of when I think of Gordy?
That pig movie that Babe ripoff-ed better. Yeah, a movie starring a pig. So yeah, I kept thinking of that pig as the love interest. And then I thought about that “Pig Power in the House” music video and you can see where things were going…
But yeah, to get through the book I substituted Gordy’s name with Joe and I still didn’t like the characters relationship. Also, it didn’t help that there’s this big revelation that Gordy isn’t gay in part because he uses protection.
Because I guess gay people don’t need to use protection….
Quite honestly, the MC was a bit of a jerk. I know she saved a baby and that made her a hero, but that still didn’t keep her from being extremely judgmental (cough, cidiots, cough). Oh, and she’s described to look like a Kardashian.
Pro tip, Firestone, NEVER EVER describe your character being anything like a Kardashian that will get you instant minus points for me.
By its surface, the cast in this book is fairly diverse. Sadie is from Iranian and Irish heritage, one of the Unlikelies is Haitian, another comes from hispanic heritage (I don’t think the country was ever named, or if it was I regrettably skimmed over it), Gordy is at one time reported to be gay but really
he is a rich farm pig turned CEO turns out to be a rich WASP guy with a father who’s on the Spectrum, Alice is a WASP, and that’s pretty much it. Honestly though, the diversity feels more or less there for tokenism purposes. Which is a shame. Note to Firestone, the reader doesn’t need a translation of what gracias means. Probably most people, even if they haven’t taken a Spanish class knows that it means thank you.
As for the Unliklies themselves, they were pretty lame. This book in a lot of ways reminded me of The Cinderella Society a book I tried repetitively to read multiple times and failed to finish. Pretty much they had similar premises, good doer teens team up to do good, but at least in your case, Ms. Firestone, I finished the book. I still had to roll my eyes at these teens efforts to do good.
Oh yes, I’m so sure they’d be able to make a website go viral. I’m soo sure they’d be able to get the police’s attention with a random anonymous note. I’m soooo sure that their parents’ wouldn’t at the very least get suspicious of what they’re doing when they’re staying up late Batman time.
It’s ridiculous and you even though you tried to maybe address it once with Sadie’s mother forcing her to a see a shrink-even though she’s 18 and could theoretically tell her mom to fuck off-it wasn’t really handled well. The same reason why we never knew why Sadie had taken a gap year, it’s not like she really had anything planned and you never told us why she was having a hard time making a decision about college in the first place.
So yeah, the book obviously didn’t work for me. And I honestly am at the point where I know we’re never going to have a great reading relationship. At first, I wanted to blame your covers. You know they look so light and fluffy looking, but the thing is, I don’t think it’s the books cover that makes me despise your books. Its the contents it just doesn’t gel with me and that’s okay.
I’m sure you have a reading audience out there somewhere. Just probably not a cynical reader who had been exposed to a movie about a stupid pig and that they constantly think about whenever the love interest’s name is written.
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