I read the prologue of this book and was blown away by its naked and raw approach in showing bullying. I connected with the protagonist/ victim "Dog" and found the four or so pages truly heart wrenching. Therefore, I couldn't wait to read on and finish the book because I thought, as would be expected, that if the prologue was that good, the rest of the novel would be even better. I was sorely disappointed. As I read, my heart sank. For although the plot line of a gang of girls who torment a shy outsider is semi-interesting and the character "Dog", who, strangely enough, isn't the protagonist throughout the rest of the story, is intriguing and captivating as your inner voice (you know, the one that has the strong need to give advice to the characters in the novel you are currently reading, in order to create the ending that you think is appropriate) urges her to stand up for herself, and find a way out of this school-age hell, the real protagonist, Zoe, a new girl, has a weak voice as a narrator that thinly strings the story along. I found the descriptions vivid, but not beautifully written. The book was lacking something that I could never quite put my finger on. Overall, I think the book might have been more interesting if the point of view had switched off between Zoe and "Dog," For I realize that the aspect of the book that made it so interesting and different was that the narration came from not the victim, but the person caught in between being a victim and the bully. I really wanted to like this book, the concepts behind the story were interesting, but they weren't executed properly. I find it odd that a novel could have such a good prologue and such a bad rest of the book. Maybe it should have been a series of short stories.