One summer. Three completely different girls. All working at the same place, and sharing the same room. There’s Seneca, who’s trying very hard to get her mother back into the good graces of Hollywood movies so she won’t fall far from her life as the daughter of a celebrity. Hopefully, she’ll meet a big producer and secure her mother an Oscar. Next, there’s Claire, who has ditched her old partying days after what happened last Spring Break. She’s now trying to get in touch with God, Joan-of-Arc style, and is determined to be a good girl. Finally, there’s Drew, the athlete who’s running away from the depressed mother that can’t move on with life after her husband’s death.
I expected something completely different from this book it’s not even funny. I hate it when titles seem to imply something about the book, but when you actually read it, you realize it’s a whole different meaning. Like, oh sure, it makes sense, but you’re still disappointed because it’s not about what you thought it was going to be. That’s exactly what happened here. I picked up this book thinking it was about something like the three Goddesses of Fate, because there are three girls and the title and the blurb mentions goddesses. Now, I know it’s just about finding your inner self. As good as that topic is, I still wish it could have been what I expected it to be.
Nikki Burnham has always delivered interesting stories. I prefer her first person point of view books, and I especially enjoyed Sticky Fingers (about date rape drugs) but this one isn’t as good. It even gets a bit boring during the emotional moments where Drew is breaking down in front of Rob. And it’s not quite realistic and coincidental that they’re the only three girls who are doing yoga the night of a thunderstorm/storm. I just found myself not quite believing it: the storyline, the characters, the actions. Crazy Spring Break that ends up in getting a certain somebody pregnant, and then a miscarriage? So dramatic I feel like I’m watching a sad, mopey Korean show.