My enjoyment of the book decreased, though, once Janice decides that she will enter the Miss Melva Livermush pageant--a female rite of passage in the town--in order to observe and write about it from an insider's point of view. She doesn't really do so, and seems to actually be giving her best effort to succeed in the pageant. I grew tired of the description of rehearsals of how to walk, putting on makeup and doing the hair, and donning the gowns for the competition, and I wasn't particularly interested in the talent portion of the competition. I longed for the snarkier Janice, and while Janice is probably happier and better adjusted after her pageant experience, things seemed to be wrapped up too neatly for my tastes in the end. Still, any author that can conceive of a term and practice such as"slirting" (basically, flirting with guys who have no chance with you and then acting all surprised when they are attracted, kind of a combination of slumming and flirting) is one to watch in the future.
Favorite Lines:
“I had met Margot the first day of middle school. There, in the lonely, teeming cafeteria, she had smiled and cleared a space for my tray on the lunch table when I, a shipwrecked sailor on the social seas, asked quietly if I could pull up a chair” (p. 9).
“I thought of Ruth Benedict approaching the Pueblo people n New Mexico for the first time. I thought of Margaret Mead and the Dobu in New Guinea. I took a breath and prepared myself: Janice Wills, field anthropologist, about to enter the world of a true Melva High School bash” (p. 93).
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