#70: The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart
Okay, here’s a question: why does the cover of a book about a secret society called the Loyal Order of the Basset Hounds have a dachsund on it? I’ve never liked this cover much (too plain and boring for such a cool book), but now that I’ve noticed that I’m just annoyed.
Anyway, this book has been getting a lot of attention in the YA community; it was nominated for a National Book Award, even. It deserves the accolades. It’s really great. It’s fun and it’s smart and it has something to say and it’s empowering and it’s rebellious and it’s tenacious and it’s exciting. I didn’t exactly buy the romance, but I guess that’s all for the best anyhow, and I thought it would turn out a little differently than it did, but that’s way more realistic. I loved this book, devoured it, couldn’t put it down, which is saying a lot since I haven’t been feeling that way about books a lot recently, for whatever reason. This is exactly the sort of book I should be reading now, the sort of book I press into my sister’s hand and say, “Please, for the love of God, read this because it will mean something to you.”
