Desperately unhappy and angry because her parents are constantly involved with their jobs, leaving her alone in their New York apartment with her grandmother, fourteen-year-old Jaimie longs for the opportunity to tell everyone how she really feels.
3 stars for the ironic entertainment factor. This was painfully saccharine and wholesome...and very, very 1980s. There were so many moments that made me raise an eyebrow and laugh. David has zero personality. He's not appealing. No teenager ever talked or behaved like any of them. The 'comedy' was anything but. You can't help but cringe with embarrassment on the author's behalf. And in what universe was it EVER acceptable for a man to pinch his wife's butt and 'tease' her that she's grown fat!? Why would any self-respecting woman think on that memory with fondness and affection...in connection with commenting that her own daughter has supposedly grown fat too! I couldn't believe what I was reading.