![]() ![]() The dialogue is cutesy-folksy, or simply tin-eared, veering occasionally into wince-inducingly condescending. They might be deployed in service of a plot that wins my hearty approval, but the elements of the story are stereotypical, wooden, and not freshly observed, described, or conceived. Why then is Krampus the Kristmas Kobold pooping on it with a 2.5-star rating? The design is beautiful, from jacket to chapter-open art, to text design. I approve of its message, I like the whole set-up of a girl deciding that NO she WON'T sit down and stop rocking the boat, friendship means something in this world or we're well and truly lost. ![]() My Review: I have a hard time being as critical of this book as I feel honesty requires. Myracle doesn't let one single person off the hook, but by the same token, she demonizes no one and ridicules no one. When the crime is solved, it's not a *huge* surprise to the experienced reader, but it's still satisfying. She bases them on the past behaviors of all the tormentors, and she bikes around town collecting clues, and she gets her brother to beat some richly deserving asswipes up, and she falls in love with the only decent boy in the state. Oh dear say the police the town faggot's been beat up tsk now who did that? Then they go eat donuts.Ĭat sets out to solve the hate crime. Show More Patrick gets beat almost to death. ![]()
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