Becca Myers

. The heroes and villains are remarkably black and white, with the villains having no depth, contrasting qualities or motivation other than “we’re rich so we want to buy the building you live in”. There is almost no plot. If there is one it’s in about 10% of the pages while the other 90% is allusions to hip progressive culture like Lip Sync for Your Life (from Rupauls Drag Race) community gardens, standing up to subtle racism (“he called you Ms. Quinzel but me Ms. Ivy! That’s racist Harley why didn’t you stick up for me!!”). It is one giant bad spoon feeding stereotype and hugely dissapointing from a writer who made something as good as This One Summer. The artwork is amazing but it can’t save this novel.