She had a plan. It went south.
Harper is a dancer. She and her best friend, Kate, have one goal: becoming professional ballerinas. And Harper won’t let anything—or anyone—get in the way of The Plan, not even the boy she and Kate are both drawn to.
Harper is a Scott. She’s related to Robert Falcon Scott, the explorer who died racing to the South Pole. So when Harper’s life takes an unexpected turn, she finagles (read: lies) her way to the icy dark of McMurdo Station . . . in Antarctica. Extreme, but somehow fitting—apparently she has always been in the dark, dancing on ice this whole time. And no one warned her. Not her family, not her best friend, not even the boy who has somehow found a way into her heart.
I love Antartica. This might be in part because my favorite animal is a penguin (okay, puffin sort of falls in there too) or the fact that there’s hardly any people there, but it’s on my bucket list. And I will read a book if it takes place there. However, after reading Up to this Pointe, I really don’t know if I’ll read any book that features Antartica if it involves privilege brats. I mean, that’s sort of a fail.
And God, is Harper one of the most privileged brats I’ve had the distaste of reading about in recent years. Said brat, takes someone’s rightful spot to go to Antartica based on her family heritage.
I have no words.
Also, said privilege brat was such a genius she only had one plan in her life. Her useless parents didn’t do their job of telling her that hey sometimes life doesn’t work out. Especially ballet dancing. The fact that they were just able to go with the whole I’ll audition around after I graduate with no alternative plans says a whole lot.
And her feet…yeah, I know some ballerinas and that they have messed up feet, but I thought there would’ve been more parental interference than there was on that.
One thing that got brought up a lot and annoyed the hell out of me was the character’s weight. I am well aware that the world of dance is messed up when it comes to bodies, HOWEVER it doesn’t appear that the MC had an eating disorder yet it’s constantly shoved in the reader’s face that she needs to eat a cheeseburger.
Telling someone to eat a cheeseburger is about as offensive as telling someone they should lose a few. In a world where body positivity is becoming more and more of a factor in YA, I don’t understand the skinny shaming.
Even if the character was anorexic (which she wasn’t) the whole situation wasn’t handled delicately and it sucked. And what’s wrong with eating salad? Seriously. The fact that she’s not guzzling down cinnamon rolls is looked like some big sin. Well, considering I can’t eat wheat I guess I would be sinning here…
Seriously, it annoyed the hell out of me. Especially when they went on how having a muffin top is healthy for Antartica. I was like seriously…can we stop with the weight talk? Can we just agree to accept someone for the size they are and not devote thirty or so pages telling them how imperfect they are because Jesus….
It really made the book lose at least a letter grade. The other reason the book was rated so low as I said before was the selfish privilege of the narrator.
Again, the privilege and lack of caring the MC showed everything else really soured me to the book. I couldn’t even connect with any of the side characters save for the MC’s best friend who she hated because she was talented and the MC was not.
A part of me wanted to like this book. I wanted to enjoy the Antartica setting and learn a couple of things, but at the end of the day it was a mope fest for a spoiled brat. Hell, I would even be more concerned about the mope fest if the main character wasn’t such a self entitled shit. That and the constant skinny shaming annoyed the hell out of me.
Overall Rating: A C. Good premises but sort of a fail.