Welcome to my stop on the Not Pretty Enough tour! I got my dates all mixed up but Dianne sorted it all out for me 🙂 Click HERE to see thetour schedule and to see what other bloggers thought of title.
When I started this book, I was actually reading a completely different book to this. But I clicked on this on my kindle and the next thing I knew, I was already half way through!
I laughed so much in this book! It was seriously hilarious! I was LOL’ing so hard, it was unreal. The only other books that I have read that make me laugh out loud, are written by Sue Limb. I’m sure most have read the Zoe and Chloe books, the Charming but Insane, Girl 15 books… and Not Pretty Enough reminded me of them.
Chessie is absolutely bonkers mad! I loved it! So many mental things happened to her! At one point she even dyes her hair with food colouring…I mean….who on earth DOESN’T want to read about THAT? That’s not even the worst, cringe-worthy thing that happens to the poor girl!
I’ve mentioned that I KEEP reading mind numbing NA romances, but Not Pretty Enough was great because the main character Chessie, is fourteen and in school! Not UNI! SCHOOL! Yay! So refreshing to read something different for once!
I also liked that there was a moral to the story. Basically, you ARE pretty enough. But I don’t want to give too much away 😛
The one thing that I didn’t like was the swearing. There was a LOT of it for the main character to be fourteen. It just didn’t feel right. It might have been okay in a different sort of novel, but in my opinion, there was too much in Not Pretty Enough.
Overall, Not Pretty Enough is a hilarious read that will make you laugh out loud and, in some parts, cringe! There’s a good moral at the end of the story which we see so little in novels today. So yes, I would defiantly recommend!
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There’s a common misconception that everyone wants big boobs. Let me tell you something: they don’t. If they’re fourteen and have a chest bigger than most of their school, including the teachers, they don’t. I’m a DD cup. People pay thousands of pounds to have their boobs enlarged to be smaller than mine. I can’t remember the last time I passed for a half fare on the bus. Or the last time a bus driver asked my face and not my chest for the fare. Everyone notices boobs when you’re my age. In fact, the only human in the world who doesn’t notice them is the one person I would quite like to notice them.
I’d quite like him to notice my personality too, but at this point just noticing my mere existence will do. If I have to use my boobs to lure him in, then so be it. The thing is, Lloyd Layton is hot, popular, and really, really tall. Taller than everyone else in our year. Taller than the teachers. Occasionally taller than the doorways. He knows what it’s like to be picked on for a physical attribute you can’t control. He’s different too. He knows what it’s like to be an outsider. Okay, when it comes to Lloyd Layton, he’s not really an outsider, because he’s absolutely gorgeous and loads of people like him, and I doubt anyone would dare to pick on him for anything because he could knock them flying with one swoop of his gigantic hands. But still. He’s taller than everyone and I have bigger boobs than everyone. We’re clearly a match made in heaven. It’s just a shame that he can’t see it yet.
But I’m sure he will one day soon.
I’m actually moving closer to that goal because he said one sentence to me back in December.
One sentence. Three small words. Not the three words I would like to hear him say, but I’ll take what I can get.
It was the last lesson of the last day of term before the Christmas holidays. Double technology. Not usually something to get excited about, but we came to the conclusion that the Christmas spirit had gone to Mr Vale’s head because he let us watch a movie in class instead of doing any work.
The Princess Bride.
We were allowed to pull chairs in around the TV and sit and watch a movie for two hours. Guess who pulled his chair in not that far away from mine?
I don’t know what happened next. I can’t explain it. It was like having an out of body experience. I’ll never understand how I had the courage to do it, but halfway through the film, I leaned over and said, “This is a good movie.” To Lloyd Layton. Better than that, he actually replied. He said, “Yes, it is.”
Three whole words.
It got even better than that again because after it was over and we were putting the chairs up on the desks, he smiled at me. A real smile. And it wasn’t at the person behind me because I was next to a wall. He smiled at me.
Jaimie is a 28-year-old English-sounding Welsh girl with an awkward-to-spell name. She lives in South Wales and enjoys writing, gardening, drinking tea and watching horror movies. She hates spiders and cheese & onion crisps. She has been writing for years but has never before plucked up the courage to tell people. Afterlife Academy is her third novel and she hopes you enjoy it. There are plenty more on the way!
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