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Abby Cooper: Psychic Eye
by Victoria Laurie
I was looking for brain candy; this was the verbal equivalent of Pop Rocks. Actually, I don't know a candy awful enough to stand as an analogy to this book.
Egregious quotations: "Me liiiiikes it!"
"kissed the bejesus out of me."
"He had that effect on people; he was someone who quite literally exuded virility [oh, dear God], and like a scent in the air it tickled the noses of everyone interested. A flutter of insecurity tickled my tummy, and I wished for not the first time [!!!] that day that I had put more effort into my appearance before leaving the house."
"Dutch opened the door to a bedroom just down the hall. I was surprised to see that the room was painted a pale lavender with white trim. Lace doilies and antique porcelain knickknacks dotted every surface. I cocked one eyebrow at him, as if to question his sexual orientation . . ." She should definitely be questioning something, but way to insert a gross stereotype!
Then there are the 19 quotations of "Liar, liar, pants on fire." The protagonist, a psychic, apparently hears this rhyme every time someone lies. It gets old fast.
The only reason I picked up this cornball was because I liked the author's YA books, or at least those I've read. The contrast between the two series perfectly illustrates the fact that YA is not just dumbed-down, oversimplified adult stories.
Egregious quotations: "Me liiiiikes it!"
"kissed the bejesus out of me."
"He had that effect on people; he was someone who quite literally exuded virility [oh, dear God], and like a scent in the air it tickled the noses of everyone interested. A flutter of insecurity tickled my tummy, and I wished for not the first time [!!!] that day that I had put more effort into my appearance before leaving the house."
"Dutch opened the door to a bedroom just down the hall. I was surprised to see that the room was painted a pale lavender with white trim. Lace doilies and antique porcelain knickknacks dotted every surface. I cocked one eyebrow at him, as if to question his sexual orientation . . ." She should definitely be questioning something, but way to insert a gross stereotype!
Then there are the 19 quotations of "Liar, liar, pants on fire." The protagonist, a psychic, apparently hears this rhyme every time someone lies. It gets old fast.
The only reason I picked up this cornball was because I liked the author's YA books, or at least those I've read. The contrast between the two series perfectly illustrates the fact that YA is not just dumbed-down, oversimplified adult stories.