Anne D. Bernstein (1961–2022)

I remember watching the show back when it was first on, but either I didn't watch much or I've forgotten most of it in the intervening fifteen years, because parts of this book were quite unfamiliar to me. Or it could be that I've simply outgrown the high school angst and boredom that's so smartly satired here. (Nah!) It was a nice distraction while I suffered from a nasty ear infection, but all in all I think this book would be better suited to a diehard fan of the show. Which is, to be fair, who it was written for in the first place. It doesn't stand on its own that well.… (mais)