This book has been in my TBR pile for a long time, and I had high hopes going into it. Unfortunately, this book was not really me. What I liked: I thought the book had a wonderful underlying message. It ended on a high note which is something I was not sure was going to happen. The characters undergo some major issues, and actually find a way to work through it.. What I did not like: I found the book hard to get into with it starting with a mass of descriptions that I am still not sure were needed, and to be honest, left me a bit confused. I constantly found myself lost in the beginning since it would randomly have flashbacks without a set up or warning.
I also had a hard time connecting with the characters: Barbie was mostly blah to me, her mother annoying, her dad was always angry and I did not always understand why, Mab- I am not really sure what I think about her. She annoyed me and I liked her at the same time if that makes any sense. I also found the sex references odd and really unneeded for the most part. Maybe Mab was the fury. Maybe she was the courage. Maybe later on she was the sex. A tiny fairy winging her way through the jasmine-scented L.
A little girl caught in a grown-up glitz-and-glitter world of superstars and supermodels. A too beautiful boy with a secret he can never share. From the author of Weetzie Bat comes a magical, mesmerizing tale of transformation. This is the story of Barbie Marks, who dreams of being the one behind the Cyclops eye of the camera, not the voiceless one in front of it; who longs to run away to New York City where she can be herself, not some barley flesh-and-blood version of the plastic doll she was named after.
It is the story of Griffin Tyler, whose androgynous beauty hides the dark pain he holds inside. And finally it is the story of Mab, a pinkie-sized, magenta-haired, straight-talking fairy, who may or may not be real but who helps Barbie and Griffin uncover the strength beneath the pain, and who teaches that love—like a sparkling web of light spinning around our bodies and our souls—is what can heal even the deepest scars. Francesca Lia Block, winner of the prestigious Margaret A.
Her work is published around the world. If Los Angeles is a woman reclining billboard model with collagen-puffed lips and silicone-inflated breasts, a woman in a magenta convertible with heart-shaped sunglasses and cotton candy hair; if Los Angeles is this woman, then the San Fernando Valley is her teenybopper sister. The teenybopper sister snaps big stretchy pink bubbles over her tongue and checks her lip gloss in the rearview mirror, causing Sis to scream. Teeny plays the radio too loud and bites her nails, wondering if the glitter polish will poison her.
She puts her bare feet up on the dash to admire her tan legs and the blond hair that is so pale and soft she doesn't have to shave. She wears a Val Surf T-shirt and boys' boxer shorts and she has a boy's phone number scrawled on her hand. Part of her wants to spit on it and rub it off, and part of her wishes it was written in huge numbers across her belly, his name in gang letters, like a tattoo.
The citrus fruits bouncing off the sidewalk remind her of boys; the burning oil and chlorine, the gold light smoldering on the windy leaves. Boys are shooting baskets on the tarry playground and she thinks she can smell them on the air.
And in her pocket, whispering secrets about them, is a Mab. Maybe there really are girls the size of pinkies with hair the color of the darkest red oleander blossoms and skin like the greenish-white underbellies of calla lilies. But it doesn't matter if Mab is real or imagined, Barbie thought, as long as I can see her. As long as I can feel hersitting on my palm, ticklish as a spider, as long as I can hear the cricket of her voice.
Because without her then how would I be able to ever go inside? It was a kitchen with cows stenciled on the walls and real cows roasting in the oven. It was pictures of Barbie's mother when she was a young beauty queen contestant and model, flashing big teeth like porcelain bullets. It was Barbie's mother now, jingling with gold chains and charms, big-haired, frosted, loud enough to scare away even the bravest pinkie-sized girls. Sometimes Barbie's mother came outside, too, to yank her daughter by one skinny arm from under a bush and pull leaves out of hair that was green from swimming too long in the chlorinated pool.
That day, Barbie had been lying there calling for Mab who was being especially obstinate and refusing to make an appearance. Barbie's mother was wearing her oversized white plastic designer sunglasses and a gold and white outfit. Her perfume made Barbie's head spin in a different and more nauseating way than when she and Mab attempted to get a buzz from sniffing flowers or when they spun in circles to make themselves dizzy.
The agency was over the canyon in Beverly Hills.
I Was a Teenage Fairy by Francesca Lia Block
It had high ceilings, vast glass walls and enormous artwork depicting lipsticks and weapons. To Barbie, it seemed like a palace for the Giants. The Giants were the ones she had nightmares about. It was not that she was so afraid of them hurting her. The thing that made her wake sweating and biting herself with terror was that in the dream she was huge and heavy and bloated and tingling and thick.
Barbie wished Mab had come with her. But Mab never left the backyard. She said she was afraid of getting squashed. Barbie assumed that the fact Mab never went anywhere with her was proof that Mab was probably real. Otherwise, Barbie would definitely have imagined her here now. Now for the writing which ohhh boringly bad. All of the characters are bland or are so stereotyped it hurts.
However the humor in this show is the biggest gripe. The show is not funny at all. The jokes are told with such bland delivery that it makes them not funny or they are extremely forced such as one scene where Mother Goose get mad at the trio for doing something that upsets her. The pacing is undesirably slow with many pointless scenes, slow delivery and slow animation that it makes a 11 minute episode feel like half an hour.
Now after all of that are there any positives? I also hear people compare this to The Problem Solverz This is the complete opposite! Start your free trial. Find showtimes, watch trailers, browse photos, track your Watchlist and rate your favorite movies and TV shows on your phone or tablet! IMDb More. Keep track of everything you watch; tell your friends. Full Cast and Crew. Release Dates. Official Sites. Company Credits.
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