If you like art, especially of the cartoon/animation style,
combined with the implausibility of a doomsday hoax from an unreliable media
source, this book is for you. The protagonist – Sarah alias ‘Alba’ – uses her
cartoon artwork in much the same way as a therapist would recommend keeping a
journal.
My latest menu is a new style I’ve been experimenting with,
sort of the wicked inventive layouts of the last X-23 meets the linework of
Faith Erin Hicks, but with a palette of old-school Marvel colours, all reds and
blues and limey greens. I’m trying out a new character in this one as well. Her
hair is styled a bit like mine, with a thick eye-sweeping fringe, but instead
of my longish brown boringness I’ve given her masses of red curls streaked with
blue… She’s not supposed to be me,
even though she dresses like me and has my height and, okay, maybe my solid
thighs. I think she looks pretty kick-arse. (p.13)
Sarah is a normal, if not introspective, girl who has just
finished high school but is uncertain about leaving the comforts of her small
town to pursue a dream of going to a city art school. The novel is mostly the
unfolding of her wrestling with her fears, real or imagined.
The language used throughout the novel is simple, extremely
colloquial teen speak. I found it a bit overdone, but that’s probably just my
age showing… I found the pace too slow and the number of characters too
confusing. There’s a romance curve ball that helped bring the story home, but
other than that, I found Cinnamon Girls’ so-called adventures to be completely
underwhelming.
Miss ^__^
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