Oh . . . My . . . Gosh . . .

I just finished Identical, by Ellen Hopkins.

HOLY CRAP, WHAT A RIDE!!

This book is so TRIPPY. At first, i'm like, 'oh, okay, so there's two of them', cause i'm not used to these books being told from two different points of view. So i'm going, faintly creeped out by the father's behavior.

then they reveal that the girl is SCHIZO!!! i'm like, 'WHOA! hold da phone!! she's TWO PEOPLE? okay."

so, yeah, it was good, but to go back through the book and recall that it's ONE person, . . . man, that girl is an alcoholic drug-addicted slut. I mean, she talks about having sex with one guy, then she goes to a party and has some random sex with a guy ON THE GROUND. what the hell? at least have the decency to cover yourselves.

then there's the fact that dear old Dad is totally screwing his daughter.

man, i'm hungry.

I had some Resse's and soemone STOLE it. Y'Know how PISSED i am aboot that? I wanted that damn resse's!!!!! it was a RESSE'S, dammit!!

And I have a problem. Okay, so I went up to Tiny Alx, who had been gone for, like, ever, and I say, "Alx! You're alive!!"

And she says, "No I'm not!"

And I say, "Fine. Are you dead like me?!?!"

That line has been stuck in my head all day, and I feel like making a poem out of it. Trouble is, I can't DO it!! I'm having so many issues with it right now!! I wish I could come up with it, like I did my other poems. But I think I have this block because i want it to be SUPER GOOD.

If you guys have any ideas, TELL ME PLEASE!!!

~Jink, who also has to write a book review.

P.S. Are you Dead Like Me?