REVIEW: #77 Pretties – Scott Westerfeld
Reading time: 2 – 4 minutes
Author: Scott Westerfeld
Synopsis: (Taken from Amazon.com)
Tally has finally become pretty. Now her looks are beyond perfect, her clothes are awesome, her boyfriend is totally hot, and she’s completely popular. It’s everything she’s ever wanted.
But beneath all the fun — the nonstop parties, the high-tech luxury, the total freedom — is a nagging sense that something’s wrong. Something important. Then a message from Tally’s ugly past arrives. Reading it, Tally remembers what’s wrong with pretty life, and the fun stops cold.
Now she has to choose between fighting to forget what she knows and fighting for her life — because the authorities don’t intend to let anyone with this information survive.
I wanted to poke my eye out multiple times through out the reading of this novel. It was the language, the superficiality. It was Tally that made me want to kick some metaphorical little girl literature butt.
Things I disliked about PRETTIES by Scott Westerfeld:
- How many different boys does Tally have to go through before her relationships seem even remotely meaningful? Westerfeld wants us to fall in love with a boy through Tally, but she changes her mind like she changes clothes. Peris? Or David? Or Zane? Seriously! The relationships fall flat when there is build up of emotion and then — woosh — someone new. If I read Specials (and I will — just hoping Westerfeld redeems himself if he wants to be taken seriously in my mind) but if Tally has a new love interest, I will throw the book into the metaphorical fire and reject Westerfeld completely as a serious author.
- The nicknames, “Tally-Wally” or “Shay-La” Oh come on! Are nicknames REALLY necessary? It just makes the characters sound like complete idiots.
- “This is so bubbly-making!” Oh my god.
- Anything that ended in -making (and it was a lot and felt like every other word through out the entire novel). I get that Westerfeld is trying to come up with a new way of writing, a language that has developed in the future (slang and what not) but I felt he failed miserably. It only made me despise these characters down to their very core.
Great literature should make you hate a character or two — but definitely not the protagonist. You shouldn’t have to roll your eyes every time she speaks. But I did — oh, how I did.
I rated Pretties a 2.5 because I did actually finish the book even though it wasn’t for me. Though it is definitely not was up to par with average. Many people seemed to like this novel — and I don’t mean to sound offensive-making (har har har) but if you enjoyed this novel, you really need to see if somehow Westerfeld has put some sort of tricking device in your head to make you lower your quality of reads.