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emtobiasz 's review for:
The Face on the Milk Carton
by Caroline B. Cooney
Not sure when I read this-- was I eleven? twelve? I do remember looking at this book-- in libraries, in bookstores, everywhere-- for years before finally reading it. I was underwhelmed. The premise was so cool at the time (and now, so contrived; looking back, it's what I think of every time I think of realistic YA fiction I read back then) that nothing really lived up to it. (Although I do remember one of my first encounters with sex in books was reading this. There was a guy, and some borrowing of credit cards to check into a hotel... I couldn't tell you whether they actually did end up having sex, since I was still pretty hazy on the details of what sex entailed at the time, but I do remember being scandalized-- not necessarily in a bad way.)