Hello and happy Sunday. Yesterday I came home from a trip I made to a coastal city, which was just what I needed to end my vacation. I also finished reading Alice, I Think by Susan Juby, and I don’t really know what to say about this book. It’s clear that I didn’t like it, but I didn’t hate it so as to rant about it. I don’t even remember what made my buy it since I did so through Book Outlet years ago.

Alice, our main character, is fifteen years old she’s basically a weirdo, but that isn’t entirely on her since her parents are pretty strange themselves. She’s homeschooled and goes to therapy every week or so. As part of this counseling, she comes up with this list of goals she wants to achieve, including interacting with boys and going back to school. In my copy, there’s a blurb by Meg Cabot about how she laughed so hard that diet coke came out of her nose, and honestly, I think we read different books because nothing made me even chuckle. My advice? Save your money. Buy another novel that gets you to feel something, anything.