CLARITY, Or Five Reasons Why You Need To THINK Before You WRITE:
Fail #1: The Big Question of Why a Psychic with a Penis is Popular but a Psychic with Boobs is A Freak:
Both Clare and Perry are psychics. While Clare’s gift lies in psychometry, her brother is a medium. Yes, he talks to dead people. They both give psychic readings to tourists in Eastport. Yet Clare’s brother has friends, gets invited to parties, and scores with the ladies, both tourists and locals. Clare, on the other hand, is alternately derided and ignored. Not because she’s ugly, or stupid, but because she’s psychic.
The author further goes on to state that both Perry and Clare’s powers manifested during puberty. But from what we can gather of the backstory, it appears that Clare never had a friend. Not even when she was just a regular kid. Yet she constantly blames her friendless state on the fact people perceive her as a psychic freak. Fail.
Fail #2: Wherein I miss the Rule Book Relating to The Characterization of A Mean Girl:
Clare’s tormentors are a matched set of three blonde cheerleaders with appropriate blonde names: Tiffany, Brooke and Kendra. Seriously, where was I when the rule book got passed around? The one that states that:
a) The Mean Girls in any school must always be the Cheerleaders.
b) The Cheerleaders must always be blonde, preferably of the peroxide variety
c) They must never have names like Mary, Jane and Martha.
d) They must always be skanky, boyfriend-stealing sluts
With a name like Tiffany, how could the poor girl resist the pressure to become a malicious bitch with an eye on the heroine’s smart, suave boyfriend? Of course, she couldn’t, and therefore ends up being the slut who sleeps with (kind of rapes, actually!) Clare’s now-ex-boyfriend. Fail.
Fail #3: On How It is Easier to Suspect Your Own Brother of Murder, Rather than Your Love Interest:
Okay, this was the part that really, really got to me! From the minute Clare’s brother tells her he spent the night with the murder victim Clare is investigating, the doubts start creeping in. She is shown as trying very hard to convince herself that her brother was incapable of murder. But every time she thinks about it, she wonders if he’s being entirely truthful.
That's just creepy. I have a brother. He’s a little weird, a little secretive but he’s my brother, the guy I grew up with. I’ve seen him cry and laugh and hit on girls. If, one day, he ever became embroiled in a murder investigation, I would laugh at any suggestion that he had killed somebody. Even if he was caught with the murder weapon in his hand, I wouldn’t doubt him, I would just think there was a reasonable explanation for it.
Clare, on the other hand, has no reason to disbelieve her brother when he tells her he left the hotel room before the girl was killed, and yet she does. For god’s sake, a minute’s reflection would have convinced her of the difficulties a boy with a psychic mother would face in obtaining a gun, or learning how to use it. And above and beyond that, he’s her brother. She should know on the most visceral level that he is incapable of it. However, she spends most of the book trying to stifle her doubts about whether her brother is actually the killer. And yet, when suspicion turns on one of her love interests, and even a random boy that she starts to get friendly with, she immediately begins to look for another explanation, pointing fingers at fathers and mothers and refusing to consider the possibility that these guys might be guilty. Fail.
Fail #4: An Explanation of Why You don’t Have to be Physically Absent to Suffer from DPS:
Disappearing Parent Syndrome (defn.): Where the voice of parental authority is conveniently absent, leaving the teenage protagonist/s to fend for themselves.
Now you don’t have to be physically absent in order to be a victim of DPS. In fact, Clare’s mother is the perfect example of this. First off, she lets her seventeen year old daughter get involved in a murder investigation, for Chrissakes! Excuse me while I go call Child Services.
Then she reads her son’s mind, and finds out that he has not only been screwing the murder victim just before she died, but also indulging in a TON of suspicious activity in the aftermath, and she says NOTHING to him? Her only involvement in the entire issue is a lukewarm advisory to Clare to make Perry tell the cops the truth. Seriously? Your son could be arrested any minute and you just sit around twiddling your thumbs without confronting him and making him do the right thing? Fail.
Fail #5: The Dreaded Love Triangle takes A Bow Alongside Friend and Fellow Plot-Fail, Loose Threads:
I really need a spy to give me insider gossip on the publishing industry. Or, as someone suggested on my blog, I need to get an editor drunk. Because I MUST have confirmation of my suspicion that every publisher buying a YA book these days requires the author to insert a love triangle in it. I mean, why else would any self-respecting author subject their readers to this angstfest? Oh my brother’s in jail accused of murder, please let me kiss you so that I can forget about him in your manly arms!. And then later, Oh, my brother is STILL in jail, and the other guy I kissed might be responsible for the whole thing, but I can’t think about that now; just kiss me! No, just no.
And as if that’s not bad enough, we don’t even get to find out which boy she picks, because she DOESN’T. Pick one, I mean. And that’s not the only loose thread flapping around. In a “skillful” set-up for the next novel, a psychic makes an ominous prediction for the future and the question of the missing father comes up. Ooooh mystery! Not.
F.A.I.L.