My very first thought was: "Oh man, more Millenial-pandering", but about halfway through that thought I interrupted myself with, "OMG YES PLEASE!"
I hate when I do that.
Marketing geniuses have figured out that when we Millenials DO have a little bit of disposable income, we are happy to throw it at nostalgia. And I resent that and I don't like being considered predictable...but I often end up buying the product, whatever it is, anyway, and loving it.
I REALLY hate when I do that.
This is Clarissa, though, and I guess I didn't realize what she means to me until I started reading this book. I quickly grabbed it when it came out--even pre-ordered it at Barnes and Noble--because Clarissa and I have a magical connection. Meaning that my name sounds similar, so sometimes I got called things like, "Clarissa Explains It All" in school. I was a know-it-all long before Hermione Granger won all the House points for Gryffindor, and to an elementary-schooler, loving being called Clarissa Explains It All equates to a meaningful bond of some kind.
Just bear with me here, I'm getting there.
That was the mid-90s, those halcyon days of Lisa Frank and The Macarena, before the creeping darkness of the invention of the tween market in order to milk me and my fellow newly-minted tweens of our allowance at Limited Too; before the creeping spectre of Leomania and fears of Y2K began to cloud our rosy childhood view of the world. Of course it all went worse than anyone could have imagined once the century changed, and hindsight makes those days of Beanie Babies and Nickelodeon at it's prime seem even more like a faded utopia, but regardless, we all have to admit, the 90s were pretty sweet, and the world was simple for us. And now it's...well, it's 2016. We've all seen the comics going around about leaving 2016 out of future discussions of history because it all just sucks so very much, we all know that, no need to explicate it here. Not only does the world completely suck for everyone, it really does seem to have it in for us Snake-People, and being an adult means saying, "Oh please, the world doesn't hate anyone or any group of people, that's ridiculous, right?" and then quickly changing our stream of thought to this awesome Buzzfeed article we read on why no one our age wants to have children. We know full well there's no actual target on our backs...but dang, it ain't easy either, with our severe underemployment--if we DO manage to have jobs in our fields--and our crippling student debt and the fact that our moms won't stop yelling at us that the dishes don't go in the dishwasher that way, how on earth have we gotten to be 20-some-odd years old without knowing how to load a dishwasher, the cups go in the BACK, and don't give me that look young lady/man/person.
So yeah, that's where it's at. That's where I was when I saw the description for this book. An old childhood guru, one who I was proud to be compared to for my knowledge of all things relevant, my supposed grokking of the world at a young age, also in her 20's, also struggling with underemployment, also realizing the world she had been prepared for and the world she got were two very different things, and no longer quite so sure of herself, but trying.
That's key, the trying. Clarissa now gets what Socrates was going on about, and self-diagnoses her neuroses in a delightfully believable way. The characterization of our heroine is on-point (mostly...read on...), as is her terror of underachievement and disappointing her parents, even when she has no say in these things, the stuff going on in her love life...I'll say it again: "yes, please". I might have actually put the book down for a while to savor it longer...seriously, and I mean, who does that? (Also that stupid not-Harry Potter book came out and I couldn't let anyone spoil me, so that got in the way, leading to several workroom discussions where I subjected my co-workers to whining that I wanted to finish Clarissa but had to finish this stupid I've-read-better-fanfic book first.)
While I enjoyed the character and her very human drama, I did think it was a little bit inconsistent that she at one point describes herself as probably obsessive-compulsive but the behavior only crops up twice in the book. I'm not going to start in about inaccurate portrayals of medical disorders, although I could, because that isn't my point; the point is this part of her character seems inconsistent. We don't see her needlessly organizing things anywhere else in the book, or self-doubting with such intensity in the scenes where it isn't part of the plot, so while I thought it was a good interpretation of where our heroine was likely to go, I just wanted to see it more consistently applied. Clarissa also has a tendency to have several pages of ruminating on various things around her or filling us in with backstory in the middle of action scenes, which happens for long enough and often enough that it throws off the momentum of a scene or chapter. It is in-character for her, of course, but I wished it were done in more moderation. I loved the interpersonal drama--which is weird for me, because normally I only care about that in stories where people can shapeshift or have to save the galaxy--although I did feel her gal-pals were a little underdeveloped. I'd have liked to see them play more of a role after the intro we're given to them, and to see them fleshed out more as characters, although I liked their presence and what the author was TRYING to do with them. I was, though, pretty engrossed in the Sam backstory, and was surprised to see that unresolved--intentionally, on Clarissa's part, because she's basically choosing not to resolve it, interestingly--but the ending of the book, between the pacing and the conclusion, felt very inauthentic. The ending is the reason I gave it four stars instead of five, because it was abrupt enough that I'm really feeling like there's a sequel in the works (and the way this is being marketed seems to leave that possibility open). If there are more installments, I'll snatch them right up--I even went and signed up for the author's mailing list, and again, who ever does that?--but I would have liked to see the pacing of the last couple chapters done more smoothly. That said, I am in fact eagerly awaiting news of any sequels we might get, and I did overall really enjoy the book.
So yeah, TL;DR, this was a book made for people like me, and it mostly did what it set out to do. The main flaws for me were consistency in characterization of the protagonist and some other characters, a tendency of the author's to break up scenes of action with lots of narrative of what's going through Clarissa's head, and the abruptness and conclusion with which the book ends. I think the solution to all of these is to write another book or two or three or however many I need to spend my adorable little income on. Having a fictional old friend who you looked up to admit that she's in the same disoriented boat as you is definitely pandering in this case, but it's done here with heart and effort. This book was both the pandering I need AND the pandering I deserve, and I'd happily throw my money at it again.