Climbing to the top of the social ladder is hard—falling from it is even harder. Regina Afton used to be a member of the Fearsome Fivesome, an all-girl clique both feared and revered by the students at Hallowell High...that is, until vicious rumors about her and her best friend’s boyfriend started going around. Now Regina’s been “frozen out” and her ex–best friends are out for revenge. If Regina was guilty, it would be one thing, but the rumors are far from the terrifying truth and the bullying is getting more intense by the day. She takes solace in the company of Michael Hayden, a misfit with a tragic past whom she herself used to bully. Friendship doesn’t come easily for these onetime enemies, and as Regina works hard to make amends for her past, she realizes Michael could be more than just a friend...if threats from the Fearsome Foursome don’t break them both first.
Tensions grow and the abuse worsens as the final days of senior year march toward an explosive conclusion in this dark new tale from the author of Cracked Up to Be.
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Courtney Summers lives and writes in Canada, where she divides most of her time between a camera, a piano and a word processing program.
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Some Girls Are
By Courtney Summers
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2009 Courtney Summers
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Everyone is wasted.
Anna is wasted. Josh is wasted. Marta is wasted. Jeanette is wasted. Bruce is wasted. Donnie's always wasted. I'm not wasted. I had my turn at the last party, called shotgun in Anna's Benz after it was over. My head was out the window, the world was spinning. I puked my guts out. It wasn't fun, but it's not like there was anything else to do. Tonight, there's even less to do than that. Tonight, I'm the designated driver.
"Okay, okay, just—" Josh fumbles into his pocket and pulls out a little baggie of capsules. He tips one, two, three, four into his palm while Charlie Simmons, a fat, cranky sophomore, waits impatiently. "I have to restock." He drops the pills into Charlie's piggy hands. "That's all I can give you right now, man."
Charlie sniffs. Fitting: All that Adderall is going up his nose.
"Oh ..." Josh's eyes glaze over. "Forget about it. I like you, Chuck."
Charlie grins. "Cool. Thanks."
"Hey, Chuck, you're paying," I say, grabbing his arm. Instant scowl. "Bring the money on Monday."
"Bitch," he mutters.
He stalks off. Payment secured. I only strong-arm Josh's clientele when Josh gives his merchandise away, which is every time he gets this drunk.
"Jesus, Regina." He somehow manages to trip over his feet, even though he's just standing there. He wraps an arm around me. "Show a little respect, huh?"
"Fuck Charlie Simmons."
He laughs, and the ability to remain upright completely abandons him, forcing all his weight on me. I struggle to keep us standing, casting my gaze around the property for help. The lights are on, the music's loud, and I spot a few people puking in the topiary, but none of them are my friends.
Josh buries his head into my neck. "You look hot tonight." His blond hair tickles my face, and I push him back. It's too hot out to be this close. "I mentioned that, right?"
"Let's go inside," I tell him.
He laughs again, like Let's go inside is code for something it's not, but I guess he's right: I guess I look hot tonight. Anna loaned me a shirt and skirt, and everything she owns is nice. I want you to look really good for once, Regina. I've spent the last seven hours afraid someone's going to vomit all over me, because I can't afford to replace the labels I'm wearing.
I help Josh up the path to his front door. He stops abruptly, opens his arms wide, and shouts, "Is everybody having a good time?"
He's met with scattered applause and cheers that barely make it over the music. He shakes his head ruefully, listing sideways. I wonder what would happen if I just let him fall this time, but he manages to regain his balance without my help.
"We're graduating in like, eight months," he tells me very seriously. "I'm going to Yale. Who will supply these poor kids while I'm gone?"
I roll my eyes and right him for the thousandth time, forcing him into the house, where it's a different kind of party-chaos—quieter, but just as corrupt. Music filters in from outside, clashing with the music playing inside. Four seniors are toking up at the kitchen table. Drinking games. People making out in the living room. It's boring—it always is—but it's all there is. I just wish I was trashed enough to be able to pretend to enjoy it. Ihate being designated driver. It was Kara's turn this time, but she's at home, sick.
"Are we going upstairs?" Josh asks when we reach the stairs. Before I can answer, he crumples onto the steps in a heap, too heavy for me to pick up. He rolls onto his back and blinks twice, struggling to focus. "Is this my bedroom?"
"Yes," I lie.
I bend down and kiss his cheek.
The smoke wafting in from the kitchen is giving me a headache, or maybe it's the music—I don't know. I lean against the wall and check my watch. It's officially Too Late, but Anna says the designated driver doesn't get to decide when the party is over; everyone else gets to decide when they're over the party. And Anna—I lost her an hour ago. Her face was as red as her hair, and she was slobbering all over Donnie.
Jeanette lurches up from out of nowhere looking like a guarantied good time. Strung out. I can never tell when she's over the party; the party's usually all over her.
"I'm leaving," she declares. "With Henry."
"Is Henry sober?"
"Yes, he is," Henry says in my ear, startling me. He grins and points to Josh, sprawled out on the stairs. "You can't just leave him there."
I ignore him and turn to her. "Where's Marta?"
"Waiting in the car." She brushes her hair out of her eyes. "We're dropping her off at her house, and then me and Henry are going back to his place."
"Is Henry sober?"
"I'm right here," Henry says, annoyed. "And you already asked that."
"Do you really want to go to his place?" I ask Jeanette. Another of my duties as designated driver. If I can't prevent an undesirable drunken hookup, then why bother being here sober in the first place? Jeanette grins and nods.
"You know, I'm in the circle," Henry points out. "I get an automatic pass."
"But you're kind of an asshole," I tell him.
He smirks and laces his fingers through Jeanette's. They amble through the smoke. He glances back at me once. "Have fun babysitting, Afton."
Josh on the stairs. Marta in the car. Henry taking her home. Henry taking Jeanette back to his place. I don't care about Bruce, so that just leaves Anna and Donnie. I know they're in the den. They always end up in the den if Josh and I don't get there first. The den is off-limits.
But we're in the circle.
I bypass the living-room festivities, open the door to the den, step inside, and close it behind me. The party noises fade and the room is dim, moonlight slivering in through the curtain drawn over the glass doors that lead to the backyard. I close my eyes briefly, inhaling slowly, letting the semiquiet of it all kill my headache.
When I open my eyes, I spot Anna at one end of the room. She's curled up on the couch, a picture of six shots of Jack chased with one Heineken too many. She drinks too much around Donnie, desperate to keep up with him, like the difference between him staying with her and leaving her is her blood-alcohol level.
"I need a girlfriend who can hold her liquor," he says.
Maybe it is. Donnie's lounging in the chair at the opposite end of the room, looking as half awake as he always does. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to talk Anna out of him. He has a convertible.
She'd kill me if I left her here like this, so I lean over her ear and say her name, loud and sharp: "Anna." She doesn't move. I pull on her arm, tap her face, shake her. Nothing. I make my way over to the pitcher of water sitting on the end table beside Donnie.
"Help me get her to the car," I say.
He stares at me. "Why? Where are you going?"
"What about me? I'm in no condition to get myself back to my place."
"I don't care what happens to you. I'm going home and I'm taking Anna with me." I grab the water and pour a glass, cross the room, and try to get her upright enough to take a sip, somehow. "Anna, come on ..."
She flops back on the couch. I rub my forehead—my headache's returning—and make my way back to Donnie with the glass.
"Would you give me a hand?" He stares at me and then grabs my arm. The water sloshes onto the table. "Christ, Donnie."
He keeps his hand on my arm, and I'm suddenly aware of how much skin Anna's shirt isn't covering, but I guess that's the point.
"Why don't you care what happens to me?"
He sounds as pathetic as he looks.
"God, you're drunk." I step back, but he keeps his hand on my arm. "Just crash here," I say. "I'm not driving you home." He digs his nails into my skin. I yank his hand off me. "Don't."
"Don't," he repeats in a soft falsetto, and then he grabs my other arm before I can move, gripping them both so tightly, I know I'll still feel his fingers tomorrow. He uses me to get to his feet, and then he's on his feet and he's close.
I turned him down in the ninth grade. Anna likes to say we've been close to hate-fucking ever since, which is too gross for me to even contemplate. It's a gunshot kind of thing for her to say—a warning. The way she says it, it's like she can see it happening, and the way she says it lets me know I better not let it happen.
As if I'd ever let Donnie get that close to me, anyway.
Except now he's that close to me, and I think he's thinking the wrong things.
He is. He presses his mouth against mine, mashing my lips against my teeth. The inevitability of every party: Someone will kiss you and you won't want it. Except this is worse than that. Way, way worse. This is my best friend's boyfriend, and my best friend is passed out on a couch eight feet away, and she will kill me for this, and I really, really don't want it. I press my hands against his chest and push him back, trying to force stop out of my mouth and past his. He detaches himself and fumbles backward. I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand, trying to get the taste of him out. I need water. I need to spit. He grabs my arm. I try to jerk away, but he holds fast.
"You better not breathe a word about this to her—"
"Donnie, fuck off."
He keeps tightening his grip until I can't keep the pain off my face—it hurts—so I bring my foot down on his foot and watch that happen on his face. It bursts red and I'm free. I rush to the door, but before I can open it, he's on me, crushing me into place from behind and breathing so hard in my ear, I can't even hear the vague sounds of the music outside or in. What turns a moment into this—me against the door, him against me. He puts his hand on my shoulder and turns me around roughly, and I'm afraid.
I've never been afraid of Donnie Henderson before.
He forces another kiss on me, lips working overtime, trying to get something out of mine. I grab a fistful of his hair and pull. He shoves me, but I stumble past him. The brief space I put between us makes me think it'll be okay, that this is as out of hand as it gets, but it's too close or it's not close enough and he lunges for me and we both go down.
We're on the floor.
He pushes me into the carpet. I glimpse Anna, tangled red hair, eyes closed. Anna, wake up. What turns a moment into this—he's on top of me, panting, and my face is smashed against the rug. I focus on the strands of hair laid gently across Anna's face.
This isn't happening.
But he turns me over and slides his hand up my skirt, and this is really really really really happening.
I reach out and grip one of the table legs. His hand up my skirt. One hand up my skirt. Touching me. And the other clumsily feeling every part of me it can. His mouth on my neck. I yank the leg. The table tips and the pitcher rolls off, vomiting water all over us. Wet. Hands all over me.
I grab the pitcher and bring it up and then down on him. It's hardly a hit, but he feels it. I raise it up again and he dodges me and I'm crawling away. Last shot, Regina. Get out. I grab the chair and pull myself to my feet while he tries to stand, but the last of his coordination is gone on his hand up my skirt. Anna's skirt.
"Anna!" I turn to her. "Anna, help!"
But she just lays there, and Donnie's blocking my path to the door, swearing, trying to stand, and my heart is trying to race me out of this room before that happens. I stumble over to the sliding glass door and yank it open. I step outside, into the heat, into the party, the last of the party, but the music is as loud as it was at the start of the night.
I need to tell someone, but everyone is wasted.
I walk fast. I walk forever, blind, numb. I wrap my arms around myself. I need to tell someone. I lick my lips and taste salt: I'm crying. How long have I been—
I'm standing in front of Kara's house. My feet walked me here. Kara. Kara is someone. The walk to her door sets off the motion sensor, soaking me in artificial too-bright light. I knock and wait, fighting the urge to throw up. I wipe my eyes and pull at Anna's skirt. It's torn.
A minute later, the door opens. Kara's there, a fevered doll with blond curls hanging in front of her flushed face. She crinkles her snotty nose.
"Jesus, Regina. What part of 'designated driver' don't you understand?"
The contempt in her voice almost tricks me into feeling normal. For a second. And then she looks closer and I remember the skirt—Anna's skirt—and his hand up Anna's skirt. And I'm still crying.
"What happened to you?" she asks.
A million words fight their way up my throat, all lobbying to be first out of my mouth. They pile up, stuck. Only one manages its way out: "Help."
She lets me inside, and the rest of the words come, falling from my lips, a stupid, stuttering truth. By the time I collapse in a chair at the kitchen table, she knows what he did to me. And then it gets really quiet while I wait for her to tell me what to do.
I need someone to tell me what to do.
Anna always tells me what to do.
"God," Kara murmurs, pressing her fingers against the angry spots on my arm where he grabbed me. The skin is tender and marked, but by Monday it will be splotchy purples, browns, and yellows.
"The police?" I ask. My voice cracks. "Do you think? Do I go to the police?"
Kara stares at me, and then she stands and goes into the fridge and gets a bottle of water. I can't read her expression.
"You really want to put yourself through that?"
"I could put Donnie through that." I rub my forehead. But I don't really want to go through that. I don't want to talk to the police about his hand up my skirt. And then—my parents. It's not like you can do that and not tell your parents, and I don't want them to know. I don't want them to think of me on the floor, with Donnie's hands there. Kara sets the water in front of me. "Maybe Anna—"
"You're going to tell Anna?"
"She has to know—" I swallow. "That's her boyfriend. She won't let him get away with it." She'll take care of him. Me. She takes care of everything.
"If she believes you."
I open my mouth and nothing comes out. If she believes you. I should've known Kara would do this. There's a reason we hate each other. If she believes you.
"Look, I believe you," Kara says, reading my mind. "I know you hate Donnie, and I can see him doing something like this, but ... Anna's always thought ..."
You're like, this close to hate-fucking.
I pick at the hem of Anna's skirt. The jagged rip in it finally hits me. She'll kill me. She will kill me for ruining her skirt. "Shit." I stand and try to force the ragged sides together, like that's how you fix these things. "I need to—I told her I'd be careful—"
"I told Anna I wouldn't—"
"Regina." She snaps her fingers twice. I let the skirt go and sink back into the chair. I need to get it together. Kara stares at me, concerned. I never thought I'd live a moment that could exist outside our hate for each other. I could go my whole life without one. But this feels ... safe.
"What do you—so what do I do, Kara? What ... ?"
She sits across from me, quiet, for a long time. My stomach knots itself up while I wait for her to speak. If I have to live with this, I don't want it to be hard.
"Donnie's not going to tell Anna," she finally says. "And Anna's not going to believe Donnie would do that to you. She'd think you were screwing around behind her back. It's not fair, but that's Anna."
My best friend.
"I mean ..." She taps her fingers along the table. "He was really wasted, right? It's not like he does that all the time. ..." I don't say anything. "And I feel really bad for you, Regina ... but there are some things worth keeping your mouth shut for."
"She's my best friend." A tear manages its way down my cheek. I wipe at my eyes. "I mean—"
"But you know what she'd do to you if she found out, right?"
I nod slowly. I know. And then I nod again: I know, I know, I know.
"And I'm totally here for you," she says. Kara. Totally here. Nothing makes sense anymore. "I'm not going to say anything."
"Thanks," I whisper.
Kara presses her fingers against my arm again.
Her touch is cool and strange.
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I can't believe I'm saying this, but this book was almost too vicious for me. I know that Courtney Summers is the 'Queen Of Mean', but this story just didn't have that spark that makes it special. Some things the girls did just didn't make sense; I didn't understand why they did it. However, there's a girl at my school who is exactly like the ones portrayed in Some Girl Are, so I understand why the characters were made the way they were; I just expected some explanation to why they did those things. There wasn't, but it didn't ruin the book for me. Some Girls Are told the classic, mean-popular-girl-turns-into-loser-girl story, but was written beautifully and had perfect descriptions. Would I recommend this book? Yes, to most people, but not to everyone.
Like I said this book is just brutal, but it was really worth the read... the ending satisfied me, but I kind of wish there was a bit more.
Some girls are...vicious! This book was fabulous in it's depiction of how awful girls can be to one another. It was a little hard for me to read at times because I found some scenes cringe worthy. I had to take little breaks and let my mind settle because I would become just as upset and emotional as the characters. The story follows Regina and her fall from the in crowd. Instead of being someone feared, she becomes hated by her schoolmates. Sabotage abounds as Regina and her former best friend, Anna, extract revenge on one another. Unfortunately for Regina, her growing feelings for Michael (another school loser) gives Anna more ammunition to hurt her. This was a brutal betrayal of bullies and when hatred goes a little too far. I admired Regina's journey as I got to see her gain redemption from all her previous transgressions and grow a backbone in standing up for herself (although at times I wanted to slap Regina myself). Reading this story is like watching a car crash--not because it's horrible but because it's so troubling and shocking and you feel compelled to do something. For a moment, I would forget I was just reading fiction; the characters seemed so real. I have to say I'm glad my high school days were nothing like this and reading this book was like glimpsing into a foreign country. I honestly don't know any girls this vicious and I hope I never do.
This book is great. At times it actually made me sick to the point where i had to take a break from reading but it was so good i had to continue. It take the mean girl look into a new a more real state. This book made me cry so many times but it is so worth it in the end. If you are thinking to read this book i would if i were you. For me for age of reading this at least 13 and up.
This books starts out where Regina, the protagonist, is popular and is apart of the Fearsome Five. Anna is the leader of the group and she calls all the shots, and if you mess with her, you won't get away with it unharmed. Well, Regina goes to a party and Anna's boyfriend's there, he almost rapes her. Regina who is freaking out goes to the house of a girl who is a part of the Fearsome Five and tells her, thinking she'll help her. But what Regina didn't know was that the girl told Anna that Regina hooked up with he boyfriend. So now Regina's froze out, the Fearsome Five hate her, and their out for revenge. Some of the things they do to her where really horrendous, some parts were even hard to read, I couldn't believe it. Regina's boyfriend dumped her and starts going with Anna. They make a group on the internet, a hate group and most of the schools joins writing nasty lies about her. Her parents don't find anything wrong with her, they think everything's peachy. The teachers at school don't seem to think to much of the bullying that Regina's suffering. And then. . .there Michael. He also A Fearsome Five victim, from the exact moment he walked into that school the five girls, including Regina started rumors about him that he was weird and crazy, and that he wrote horrible murder plots in his journal that he carries around. Michael hates the Fearsome Five, Regina knows this, but it doesn't stop her from sitting at lunch with him because there is no where else to sit. They both learn some things about each other, like that Regina went to his mother- who is dead now- for therapy. And Regina learns that Michael is just a normal boy who's lost and alone looking for a friend- or even something more. This story isn't a love story, or a gooey romance. It's brutally honest in the way the words are said and written, and the ending may not satisfy you, there may not be enough justice at the end of this, but for me it was perfect. All that needed to be done and said was enough to have me said- "That was a really good memorable book, and I think I'll go write a review for it."
Most of Regina Afton's high school existence has revolved around the Fearsome Fivesome, or at least catering to the capricious wishes of her so-called best friend and the groups' self-appointed leader Anna. At Anna's side and part of the It crowd, Regina is looked up to, adored, and universally feared. Which is why Regina is in serious shock and confusion mode when she walks into school on Monday to find that she has been 'frozen out' by Anna and her cronies. What begins with simple isolation extends to malicious pranks and vindictive rumors all carefully designed to turn Regina's existence into a veritable, walking nightmare. And it works. Really, really well actually. Unwilling to simply ride out the humiliation all alone, Regina finds herself turning to some of her previous victims, finding unexpected sources of comfort in those she had worked so hard to destroy herself. And as the pranks and even physical violence escalate, Regina discovers she's ready to fight back. Because she knows these girls and their torturous ways - after all, she's been doing the same things to other innocent, unwitting victims for years now. Despite having come across countless favorable reviews of Courtney Summers' Some Girls Are in the past several months, I purposefully stayed away. Why? Well, I knew her honest and brutal narrative about the lengths girls go to make each others lives a living nightmare in high school would be just that: honest and brutal. But then a friend told me I had to read it and one incredibly tense afternoon later, here we are. And like she said it's an important read and one I'm glad I took a chance on. Though I don't know what aspect appalled me more: the fact that these girls could be so coolly diabolical in their revenge or the complete and utter obliviousness of every single parent, teacher or adult in the novel! I swear, every other chapter I about gave myself a heart-attack with each new humiliation or heartache Regina suffered thinking "okay, this is going to be the time SOMEONE steps in and gets this horrific situation under control." But no, each new 'prank' would inevitably come without rescue, described in Regina's unflinchingly honest voice without any softening of the blow. Courntey Summers also must be acknowledged for her supreme crafting of Regina's unique teenage voice in particular. Boiled down, Regina has been a bully, although a popular and well-dressed one, and yet I found myself caring - deeply - about her. And that's not because she shied away from her misdeeds past and current. Oh no, it's all out there, plain as day for your viewing pleasure. Mostly I found myself drawn to Some Girls Are because of the slow unraveling and gradual exposure of Regina's fears and insecurities, revealing at heart a pretty messed-up ball of teenage insecurities that was far from stereotypical and deeply layered. And infinitely readable.
I am a bit torn on how to review this book. On the one hand, I couldn't put down Some Girls Are, and breezed through it in less than two days. The story was compelling, the writing (mostly) smooth and effortless. On the other hand, I'm left feeling very disturbed by this book, and I don't know how to recommend it to anyone! While reading it, I felt it was like the movie Mean Girls, but without any of the humor, or like the book Speak, by Laurie Halse Anderson, without the (more) tidy ending. In Some Girls Are, Regina Afton is almost raped by her best frenemy's boyfriend, and instead of believing her, the girls in her clique ostracize her. Worse than that - they bully her relentlessly, calling her names, trashing her things, even hurting her physically. As afraid as Regina is, though, she doesn't just take it. She was a mean girl before her fall, too. I know I'm just a softie, but reading about the horrible things these girls do to each other was difficult. Was that really going on while I was in high school? I was thankfully oblivious to it, if it was. There's also a great deal of bad language and drug/alcohol use in this novel, which makes me hesitate to give it a blanket recommendation. On the other hand, I'm sure there are plenty of teen readers who would be able to relate to these characters. And any issues I had with the content aside, I truly couldn't put this book down.So...compelling - yes. Intense - yes. Disturbing - yes. If that sounds like your kind of book, then you should read it.
Regina has climbed to the top of the school's social ladder. She is mean girl Anna's sidekick. But then another member of the clique lies to Anna, and says that Regina slept with Anna's boyfriend. Suddenly Regina is out, and the target of vicious bullying.
What a great book. Some Girls Are¿ tackles the subject of bullying in girl world. What makes this story unique is who the main heroine is¿a popular girl who has ruined the lives of others now gets a brutal taste of her own medicine, sounds like the type of person you would hate and definitely not root for in a story. Well, that¿s what¿s brilliant about this book, not only does Courtney Summers make you care about the girl, you also want those other students persecuting her to meet evil fates. In essence, the reader gets so caught up in the story, you feel like a victim too, wanting the heroine to dish out terrible reprisals on those she sees as ¿wrong¿. Yet, both sides get hurt and everyone loses to some extent. The story is hard to read because it is so wonderfully honest and raw. But the book rewards you if you can hang in there through the brutal punches. When it comes to bullying, girls can be just as vicious as guys. I never really believed that¿until I read this book.
Wow, this was a stressful read. It's like Mean Girls to the extreme. I was seriously afraid someone was going to get killed. You definitely feel all the raw emotions throughout and get sucked into the book. From memory, I can't remember a book like this where the victim fought back so fiercely. It goes against everything I stand for, but at times I couldn't help but cheer for Regina when she would trip someone down a flight of stairs. My one complaint about the book is that no adult had any clue any of this was going on. Wouldn't someone notice? Maybe now that I'm a teacher and a mother I'm just getting a little too naive. I certainly hope if this was happening in my school I would notice and do something about it.
You know the saying ¿ There¿s an exception to every rule ¿ right? Of course you do, everyone does. And I have the biggest rule that Courtney Summers just seems to break every time I even look at one of her books: I do not read contemporary. I should probably be offended actually, because she¿s made a liar out of me. That¿s the truest testament of a good book, or a good anything for that matter: When it¿s usually something you wouldn¿t try, but when you do it completely and utterly converts you. And while I¿m not out searching for contemporary books left and right, I can tell you that the second Courtney¿s next book is up for pre-order, I will order it. I had Courtney¿s first book Cracked Up To Be on my TBR List for months, and it wasn¿t until I read the first chapter of Some Girls Are that I actually went out and purchased it. I wanted to read SGA so bad that I settled for a book that wasn¿t even the same, only similarity was the author.Some Girls Are starts you off with a bang from the very beginning, there is no getting to know the characters (although you do little by little throughout the book), there is just action and it doesn¿t stop until the very last page. Regina is a horrible character, in the way that her personality and past actions almost guarantees that she¿s going to hell, and yet somehow I found myself crying through most of the book because I felt bad for her. Courtney has the incredible talent to be able to pack loads of emotion and action into one sentence, an accomplishment some authors can¿t pull off in an entire book. There was absolutely nothing I didn¿t enjoy about this book (other than Anna and her group, that is), and I have nothing but praise for it. Courtney¿s writing completely drags you and demands that you read every single word, and actually later I¿m going through them searching for subliminal messages.Overall, if you like contemporary books, you need to read this, and if you don¿t enjoy contemporary books you should actually probably read it anyway. It may very well convert you as well!
** spoiler alert ** Some Girls Are had me blubbering along rotating from a tissue to a stress ball in one hand while death-gripping the book in the other. Some Girls Are is a malicious, shameful, tension driven, gut-wrenching, throat-clenching, tear-jerking read that I loved every minute of. And I have to blame it all on Courtney Summers¿s twisted sick mind for that. Very few books break me down to the point where I needed to cut the book off, breathe in and out, vent on twitter and dive back in a few minutes later, yet Summers seem to be able to create this situation countless times. Regina does not get a break many times throughout the novel and neither does the reader. We follow Regina on this roller coaster ride of turmoil as she faces every possible malevolent scenario. From not-so-innocent shoulder slams and chairs digging into her side to locker ¿mishaps¿ all the way to ditching her in the middle of nowhere with no shoes¿in the friggin¿ cold¿beaten and bloody. But Regina could take it all and dish it back because she¿s strong. Yet she is still vulnerable. However, there are times when things begin to lose its credibility when the reader questions if such a person exist? Can a person be so devious, so spiteful, so full of hate? Every character Summers introduces is memorable and captivating. Her writing style is engrossing and straight to the point. Just as how a poet chooses his words carefully, every word Summers uses has a purpose¿to guide its reader, to astound them, to mesmerize them. The love interests that she cultivates buds and has the possibility to blossom at the end of the novel. Overall: Courtney Summers will suck you and never let you go. She will trap the readers into her world and will have them gasping¿from shock? for air as they cry? from the tenderness that Regina demonstrates to Michael? One thing is for though, readers will be watching for the next novel by Summers.
Regina Afton has been second-in-command of the Fearsome Fivesome since high school started. Their inner circle is known for wild parties, cool clothes, and their ability to make anyone's life miserable. But after Regina gets sexually assaulted by Queen Bee Anna's boyfriend, Regina finds herself on the receiving end of the group's vicious tactics.Courtney Summers paints a brutal picture of high school bullying that is all but ignored by school administration and parents. With a subject matter that can easily fall into after-school special, cautionary tale tropes, Summers creates a main character that is tragically flawed, yet is still someone the reader wants to root for. They story is hard to read in its unflinching depictions of vindictive oneupmanship, but it's also hard to put down in the hope of some sort of light at the end of the tunnel.
Courtney Summers is back with another amazing release, Some Girls Are. It's so very Mean Girls in its captivating narration. The point of view is a fascinating one, the journey into the life of an ex-queen of her high school social circle. Summers' writing creates a whole world around Regina Afton, with dimensional characters each with their own stories to tell. By now, Summers has established a very distinctive narrative tone and style, and even though it carries that repetition, it's just as powerful as it was in her debut novel, Cracked Up to Be. The thing about the novel is that were I not reading it in Regina's point-of-view, I know for a fact that Regina Afton would be the epitome of the girls I hated in high school. It's such a great thing that Summers does, giving teens a glimpse of what both sides of the high school social structure have to deal with, and that the popular girls have their own set of problems, too. There's no big message on how to save the world or better oneself, but Some Girls Are contains the comfort teens need, the knowledge that what's happened to them has happened and will happen again t others on all levels of the social ladder. And while it's not quite happily ever after for Regina, it's an ending that certainly gives closure and drives the message deep. Rating: 5/5
Regina is popular. Regina is envied. Regina has everything. And then Regina is frozen out of her group, the Fearsome Fivesome, and Regina is completely alone. In her book Some Girls Are, Courtney Summers writes a brilliant story of the damage girls can do to each other when they are vying for a spot as most popular and what girls do to cope with the devastating effects of cyberbullying, threats, and harmful pranks.
Popularity, drama, backstabbing, and revenge. Oh, and a little bit of high school. This was an interesting book. It almost felt like a sequel, though the back story was fairly well written and explained along the way. Both a horrifying and compelling look at one version of high school. Good characterization, despite not always being able to tell who the good guy was. This could be an interesting discussion book.
I found this to be an excellent story looking into the mean girl society of most American High Schools. It was a quick read, and sucked me in from the very beginning. Regina is a character that while I couldn't fully relate to her, I could understand her actions. The plot moved steadily although ended a bit abruptly. I thoroughly enjoyed this quick read and think it would be great for high school girls. There is a fair amount of swearing and mature scenes so this should be aimed at older readers.
I was lucky enough to get a copy of Courtney Summers' Some Girls Are through Library Thing's Early Reviewer's program--and I'm so glad that I did.Some Girls Are is a tale of high school bullying (among girls) at, possibly, its worst. Regina Afton is one of the 'Fearsome Fivesome'-the It Girls of her school, but after a rumor starts circulating around school and she's 'frozen out' she sees that as up as she was, she's about to be down.Reading almost like a Lifetime movie about just how terrible high school girls can be (with plot and depth added in and melodrama taken out), Some Girls Are has possibly the evilest character of any book I've read (supernatural or contemporary). The character I mean (and I'm not mentioning by name on purpose) brought to mind the quote which I think is from Supernatural, "Demons I get, people are crazy," because it was hard to believe she could really be that uncaring and truly mean. And yet, with the story, it wasn't out of place or unbelievable.The teenagers in the book certainly aren't squeaky clean in the slightest but they also felt not like some out of touch person's view of 'teens today' rather they seemed like real teens at parties, etc.Regina was a great central character because she really was one of the mean girls and developed from that through the story. She didn't lose her friends and suddenly see the wrongs of her ways and love the 'little people' of high school, she was still a mean girl--just a lonely one. Showing Regina's progression and giving her a past aside from 'she made other people's lives horrible' was what really made this book work, I think.After reading Courtney Summers' first book Cracked Up to Be and loving it as much as I did, I expected a lot out of Some Girls Are but it delivered.
When you're in, you're in, and Regina Afton has been "in" with the most popular (and feared) girls in school since freshman year. She's not nice, and she doesn't claim to be. But when a drunken moment at a party escalates beyond her control and she turns to the wrong person for help, suddenly Regina's in the same position she's put so many others - out. Now she's the one being laughed at, hated, ostracized and ridiculed. Popping antacids like candy, she struggles to come to grips with the reality of her new situation. Her only refuge is, ironically, one of the very people she helped to make a social outcast of.A wrenching, roller-coaster ride of a book. I made the mistake of starting it before work one morning, and was almost late because I didn't want to put it down. Regina is not a nice person, but she's very human and very believable. Drinking, drugs, sex, peer pressure - we might want to believe high school is a safe place to be, but it's not. And Summers has captured the pain and confusion of being one of the persecuted very, very well. I wouldn't say the spin is exactly positive, but it's certainly griping, oddly optimistic, and definitely worth reading.
Regina Afton used to be part of the most popular, most feared group of girls in the school. That is, until a supposed friend spreads a rumor about something happening between Regina and her best friend Anna¿s boyfriend. In the span of a weekend, Regina goes from top-tier to most hated girl in school, the brunt of pranks and bullying that gets worse by the day. Regina ends up sitting at lunch with Michael, a quiet boy in her class whose reputation she helped ruin.Building friendships with people who hated her isn¿t easy, but eventually Regina and Michael seem to be connecting in a way that neither one of them could have imagined. With revenge planned out and a promising future, Regina¿s life is looking up. However, her old friends¿her tormentors¿are not through with her yet, now that she has things to lose.SOME GIRLS ARE is another powerful tale that establishes Courtney Summers as one of the most talented YA authors writing today. With her trademark simple but powerful writing, Summers explores the deepest, darkest sides of humanity that most of us are unwilling to admit actually exist.Summers¿ writing skips past the B.S. and overly excessive descriptions that often plague literature and get right to the heart of the story: nearly inexpressible raw emotions. Her words are the opposite of rich, and yet she expresses in one short sentence what other writers might take two pages doing. The writing draws you into Regina¿s story and refuses to let you go, even through the most horrifying scenes, the ones you want to look away from, but can¿t. Summers proves that simplicity is likely the best way to go in packing a punch.The mean girls in SOME GIRLS ARE are a cross between the eighties John Hughes high school flicks and the nineties horror movies: you have trouble believing such horrid people can exist, and yet you hardly question their terrifying bullying. The combination of Summers¿ writing style and the enthralling plot keeps your eyes glued to the pages even as worse forms of bullying than you can imagine keep unfolding. The way things build, it¿s almost impossible to imagine how anyone could construct a happy ending to this story, but the ending that Summers gives us is ultimately satisfying, a well-earned bittersweetness that was difficult to achieve, and thus perfect.It¿s interesting and surprising how well we connect and empathize with Regina, who is, after all, one of the mean girls. Even in her fall she continues to plot and think like her old self, and readers can never be certain whether she has learned from what has happened to her or not. Similarly, Regina¿s budding friendship and¿later¿relationship with Michael is unusual for a YA romance, but hardly unsatisfying. There is something delightful to be said about the subtle and unexpected way their relationship develops, and push-and-pull of old, simmering resentment and hatred versus new empathy and love.Courtney Summers¿ second novel removes all traces of doubt one might have about her writing power after her phenomenal debut novel, CRACKED UP TO BE. SOME GIRLS ARE is every bit as good as her first, and perhaps even better in terms of moral complexity. Courtney Summers is now firmly one of my favorite authors, and I will be a zealous devotee to any and every book she writes from now on.
Oh my God! True moral story of what happens when you don't treat people right. To think that your own friends would turn on you and resort to gang-like activity is terrible. I know my sister would never do that to me and I owuld definitely never do that to her but, God that scared me! Never go to a party 1. unchaperoned, 2. always bring a tape recorder, and 3.have a best friend you can really trust-not those evil people.
Have you seen the movie Odd Girl Out? If you decide to read this book, you should watch that movie. It's so like the premise of this book. It's infuriating and disgusting how mean this girls are. I sincerely hope that it is not happening out there, and if it is well man the girl who gets the "freeze out" needs a lot of strength.After a huge weekend party at her boyfriend's house Regina suddenly becomes an outcast. Anna Morrison, her supposedly girlfriend believed a gossip that the spiteful Kara fed her. Yes, the movie Mean Girls (minus the comic parts) jumps in mind too or if you read Thirteen Reason Why by Jay Asher, you'll hope that Regina won't end up as Hannah. I don't really enjoy reading books about high school snobs torturing their peers but I love the fact that this girls fight back after such emotional turmoil and zero self esteem. Summer did a wonderful job of sendiong out the message "you reap what you sow". It's a story of how a rumor can ruin a person, how your actions and words can be turned against you. I love how Regina fought back but at the same time I find myself frowning on her actions. Intense, menacing, and fascinating. Definitely worth reading.
Unfortunately Some Girls Are just didn¿t sit well with me. I found it written well but the subject matter I found overly offensive. The entire novel surrounds horrendous school bullying and the bullying is not what was offensive to me, maybe the real offense came reading this book at a time when a young girl killed herself over a situation just like this. Although the circumstances in -Some Girls Are- were frightening for the victim I felt the novel tried to push this off as ¿cool¿. I can¿t explain why I felt this way but the story seemed sleazed out. School bullying is such a serious issue and I felt the drinking and drug glamorization took away from the seriousness of the main issue. Also I had a lot of problems connecting with the main character Regina and with no connection to her-- there was no connection to the book. She is a follower of the worst kind; the kind of person who has no back bone and goes along with crowd, even when it¿s wrong.Perhaps it was Regina¿s unbelievable weakness as a follower that made me dislike her, or maybe it was the fact that even after she seems to gain a little strength she is still weak. Even when she stands up for herself it¿s all retaliatory violence.
Some girls are vicious. And this book fearfully portrays a clique of such girls--the fearsome foursome--and their impact on Regina Afton, who used to be the fifth member of the group. It's a challenge for a writer to create a main character who is basically a horrible person--a bully and a follower without much remorse for her terrible actions--and yet still get the readers to care about the character. Regina is hard to like as a protagonist, and throughout the course of the novel, her actions do very little to redeem her. Still, I found myself very engaged in her battle and emotionally invested in her struggle. I truly wanted her to have a happy ending.The plot advances very rapidly, with conflict building on every page. It is extremely similar to the plot of Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson, possibly excessively so. The book felt a bit too bleak for my taste. It¿s a bit frustrating to witness this level of violence in the school without any of the teachers noticing or caring, and at least one of them actually feeding into the bullying. There¿s a complete lack of any adults in the book who have any clue, and although this does push Regina to great levels of desperation, I thought it might be nice if, as a reader, we could see possibilities for her to receive some help if she would come clean, like she could have with her therapist, if she had dared to risk not being liked. Or if, conversely, she had tried to reach out for help and had been denied. Overall, though, Some Girls Are was a dark and intense story of cruelty, revenge, remorse, and the possibilities of redemption. Can the vicious girls change? Will the rest of the girls let them?
Words cannot describe the intensity of this book. I¿d try, but I¿d fail to convey how this story sucks you into its grip and overtakes you. It¿s dirty and gritty and raw, and even though it hurts to read, it hurts more to put it down. Courtney Summers is kind of the Chuck Pahlahniuk of the YA world in that she can punch you in the face (metaphorically, of course, in case you were confused) and you come back, begging for more, because her writing is just that good.Anna, the leader of the Fearsome Fivesome, is like Hitler. Okay, she doesn't round people up and kill them, but at least Hitler thought, in his twisted way, that he was improving the world. Anna is just evil because she can be. Regina was her best friend and henchman until the day Anna decides to freeze her out. Think it¿s impossible to care about someone like that, someone who willingly did the dirty work to bring about people¿s pain? Think again. Summers not only makes you care about her, she actually makes you cheer for her, even though it seems like she¿s getting exactly what she deserves for causing so much pain. As Regina spends more time outside of her circle, she begins to understand just how horrible of a person she was. It wasn¿t like she didn¿t know she was doing horrible things to people; her behavior toward one person in particular haunts her. She doesn¿t really expect forgiveness, and I think that¿s one of the reasons that I could sympathize with her. The truth is that, for me anyway, it hurts to see people hurting, even if it seems like karmic payback.The one bright spot in the story is Michael. He has every reason in the world to despise Regina, but when he discovers a connection between them, he feels obligated to help her. Their relationship is filled with a mix of disdain, compassion, and attraction. And since the Fearsome Foursome is out for revenge, no one even slightly associated with Regina is safe from their venom. Yet even in the midst of hell, Michael shows that he¿s a better person than any of them.There are many surprises in this book, from the ways the girls torture Regina to Regina¿s own responses to them. However, I must say that I found the end to be the most shocking. It doesn¿t disappoint, and it¿s not unbelievable, but after everything that happened in the story, I never expected it to end on that note.The bottom line is this: read this book. This is an example of storytelling at its best.