Boy Heaven

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The majority of pages are undamaged with some creasing or tearing, and pencil underlining of text, but this is minimal. This is one of those books that is terribly difficult to describe and boiling it down to its basic plot (cheerleader camp!

Seventeen-year-old Kristy Sweetland is a pretty, blonde cheerleader away for the summer at cheer camp. Of course, the stalkers somehow aren't through with the girls yet, not after getting a look at the three of them topless. Top it off with the story being written in the first-person view of one of those aforementioned messes, Kristy Sweetland, and you've got a world-class narcissist on your hands. Although I was much different as a teen than the girls portrayed in this novel, Kasischke brings in many familiar adolescent details--emotions, group and individual behaviors--things I haven't thought about in years.

Intending to give them the thrill of their lives, all three girls flash the guys when they pass at a steep turnaround. It was a fun Summer read, the kind where you expect something bad to happen any minute, but in the end. These weren’t just characters—they could have been any real girls in the world, and I think that’s what made this book so very startling for me. Boy Heaven is a provocative, page-turning mystery, and a must-read for anyone who loves an urban legend. But I supposed it was possible that if I'd been beautiful, like her, instead of just pretty, like me, I might not have been so humble.

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