By Jennifer Echols
July 20, 2010
MTV, 304 pages
WHY CAN’T YOU CHOOSE WHAT YOU FORGET . . . AND WHAT YOU REMEMBER? There’s a lot Zoey would like to forget. Like how her father has knocked up his twenty-four-year-old girlfriend. Like Zoey’s fear that the whole town will find out about her mom’s nervous breakdown. Like darkly handsome bad boy Doug taunting her at school.
Feeling like her life is about to become a complete mess, Zoey fights back the only way she knows how, using her famous attention to detail to make sure she’s the perfect daughter, the perfect student, and the perfect girlfriend to ultra-popular football player Brandon. But then Zoey is in a car crash, and the next day there’s one thing she can’t remember at all—the entire night before. Did she go parking with Brandon, like she planned? And if so, why does it seem like Brandon is avoiding her? And why is Doug—of all people— suddenly acting as if something significant happened between the two of them?
Zoey dimly remembers Doug pulling her from the wreck, but he keeps referring to what happened that night as if it was more, and it terrifies Zoey to admit how much is a blank to her. Controlled, meticulous Zoey is quickly losing her grip on the all-important details of her life—a life that seems strangely empty of Brandon, and strangely full of Doug.
— Amazon.com description
How do I love thee, Jennifer Echols? Let me count the ways.
It’s sort of a travesty to me that she doesn’t have 5 million books out there in the marketplace. You know, like Meg Cabot or Sarah Dessen? I’d liken her to them, for those unfamiliar with her work. But, you know, not to pressure Jennifer to, like, start churning out books left and right if she happens to be reading this. You keep doing what you’re doing, girlfriend!
Anyway, her book Going Too Far rocked my socks off. And so did Forget You!
So you know when main characters make stupid decisions and you just want to shake them, so instead you just sort of shake the book a little? Yeah, I totally wanted to do that with this book. Like, a lot.
But while that usually makes me want to scream, I came out of this book thinking, “Hey, it’s pretty cool that Jennifer Echols can let her character be a teenager and make some pretty stupid decisions.” I KNOW. I never think that way.
I don’t know what it was about this book, but it really succeeded in getting me to put aside my grown-up hat and live in the moment of Zoey’s story for a while. Plus, the steamy scenes didn’t hurt. Nope, didn’t hurt at all.
Okay, thus ends my Jennifer Echols gush post. Next up? Her latest book, Love Story, comes out in July. WANT!