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352 pages, Hardcover
First published April 15, 2014
The fans scream for her, but they don’t really know the girl on the magazine covers - the girl with the guitar and the easy smile. Her given name is Delilah, and they think she goes by Lilah. But anyone who really knows my best friend calls her Dee. They think she’s seventeen, and she is. But she never acts seventeen. She acts either thirty years old, like a composed professional, in record-label meetings and interviews, or twelve years old, with me - giggling like we did back when she still had braces, back when our summer plans were nothing more than sleepovers and swimming at the pool. They think she wrote the songs on this album while getting over a breakup. But they’re wrong. She’s not over it. Not even close.
I can’t deny that she’s beautiful—but it’s such an uninteresting beautiful. Medium height, slender, with no features that particularly stand out. Beautiful but forgettable. Besides, based on the fact that she sold their breakup story to the tabloids, I assume she has the personality of a trash bag.
“I want to reach back into my history with a grade-school pink eraser, scrubbing away my decisions like mistakes on a math test. To bad I drew my mistakes in ink.”I went into this book expecting a lovey dovey, easy to read, contemporary. I was in a reading slump and just needed something to pick me up, even if it didn’t have a sound plot or well developed characters. But, by the end of the book I was pleasantly surprised. This book had sustenance. The plot was thought out, characters flushed out, relationships well developed over time, and above all there wasn’t an insta-love relationship. So, basically this book blew my expectations out of the water.
“Dee penned my name into the lyrics of her first single, “Open Road Summer.”I am a huge, die hard, music person. With that being said the only genre I never listen to and ultimately have grown to dislike is country. Don’t get me wrong I respect the genre and the artists that contribute to it, along with their fans. But, you will not find me listening to country anytime soon, and I try to avoid it at all costs. That’s why I was a little apprehensive about reading this book. Why would someone who dislikes country read a book surrounding the genre? Well I asked myself that multiple times. I was, however, surprised how much I enjoyed the music aspect of the story. Granted, I altered all of the songs, lyrics, and concerts so they looked/sounded like rock or other genres. But, in my head it all sounded amazing and kept me intrigued to read more.
“Strawberry milk,” I say, eyeing him as we head toward the counter. “Really.”I have a huge weak spot of funny books. If a book has no plot, flat characters, and no story arc, but is hilarious it will get at least 1-2 stars. For me humor is a huge part of a story. I love to laugh and Open Road Summer did not disappoint. If you are looking for the love-hate relationship, chock full with quips, poking fun, and overall amazing comebacks you should pick this book up right now. Reagan has a really strong personality that buts up against Matt’s perfectly. They dislike each other enough to get under each other's skin but like each other, and Dee, enough to respect each other. It’s a perfect match.
He turns to me. “Do you have something to say about my snack selections?”
“Nope.” I fall into line behind him. “I just didn’t realize you were a middle-school girl going to a slumber party.”
“And I,” he says, plunking his strawberry-fest down on the counter, “didn’t realize you were a soccer mom justifying her chocolate craving with the fact that raisins are a fruit.”
“You are the only person who can build emotional barriers, but you're also the only person who can topple them. Other people can't knock down the walls you've built, no matter how much they love you. You have to tear them down yourself because there's something worth seeing on the other side.”This book wasn’t all sunshine and smiles, it delved into many hardships. One of the huge aspect of this book was Reagan’s relationship with her stepmom. Reagan remembers her mom as a perfect person, and when her dad decides to re-marry, Reagan is far from happy. She doesn’t approve of their relationship and it’s one of the reasons why she decides to go on tour with Dee.
“But my mom says the best revenge is living well, and I believe her.”The biggest factor in Reagan's decision to go on tour with Dee, was her ex-boyfriend. The way the relationship ended wasn’t healthy and Reagan needed to get away. She didn’t want to be reminded by all of the relationships crumbling around her so she took shelter in her relationship with Dee. She thought going on tour would give her time to sort through all of her feelings, and maybe help her move on.
“I swear his looks are pure Darwinism. If he wasn't so cute, someone would have killed him for being annoying by now.”The relationships in this book were so cute, and realistic. There was a wide variety of relationships represented in this book. Reagan is a very spontaneous person, many of her relationships are quick and short. While, Dee falls for people and stays in love for a very long time. Then there is Matt, he takes a while to warm up to people but when he gets to know you, he won’t let you go. They represented a lot of different types of relationships, not just the stereotypical “I’ll be with you forever” ya relationship which I loved.
“Stop documenting the moment for a second, he told me. Just be in it.”The plot of the book revolved around Dee’s tour, and country music. Most of the chapters were set in different cities around the country. This helped move the story along. There weren’t many slow scenes that bored me. But, there were a good amount of scenes where Reagan made stupid and rash decisions without thinking through all of her options. Because of this, her character came off as a bit bratty and full of herself.
“I'm a taped-together girl, but I can carry my own baggage.”Overall, I really enjoyed this book. Since I am not a fan of country music I was a bit apprehensive because I knew the book was centered around that genre. But the main characters were unique and well developed, the plot was well thought out with no breaks or spots that were slow, and best of all there were conflicts that weren't petty or cliché. I loved watching the relationships, platonic and romantic, grow throughout the story. All in all this book was definitely worth the read.
The memory comes barreling back to me, from three years ago. I wasn’t surprised that the school counselor called me down to her office to “check in” only a few days into freshman year. Gossip had been following me around since I was in middle school, when a gaggle of mean girls started a rumor that I was anorexic. By the time I hit a C-cup in eighth grade, they were saying that I’d gotten implants, that I was an aspiring porn star, that I was a slut. Any time I missed school for a dentist appointment, I returned to rumors that I was cutting class to fool around with a senior. I was the girl who had no mom, the girl whose dad was not so anonymously in Alcoholics Anonymous. Even the school counselor believed the rumors about me might be true. I could tell she was fishing around for information about the gossip du jour—that I’d hooked up with a teacher. I was fourteen and had only kissed two boys ever. Plus: ew. A teacher?
I retreated to the girl’s bathroom as the bell rang. I went into the stall where “Reagan O’Neill is a whore” was written on the back of the door. In black Sharpie, I spelled out exactly where Mia Graziani could shove it. It wasn’t long before I heard the creak of the door and soft footsteps.
“Reagan . . .” Dee always sounds like her mom when she uses her calm voice. “C’mon. Come out.”
I complied by kicking the stall door with all my might. Dee winced at the sound of the metal door slamming against the wall and then surveyed my vandalism. She was holding the bathroom pass from the class we were both supposed to be in.
“They’re just jealous.”
“Why would they be jealous?”
“Because you’re beautiful and smart. They know it. You make them insecure.”
“Yeah, right.” I scowled, kicking the door again, though with less force this time.
Dee caught the door with one hand before it could hit the wall.
“They’re mean to you, too, you know,” I said. They called Dee “Frizz” behind her back and talked about her songwriting contract with air quotes, like they didn’t believe it was real. But it was still unkind of me—attempting to drag Dee along the low road with me. Her cheeks flinched, trying to frown, but she wouldn’t let them. Even then, Dee was strong. Not in the loud, brassy, I-am-woman way that some girls are. She was strong then the way she’s strong now, in a quiet but irrepressible way.
“Yeah, I know,” she said finally. “But my mom says the best revenge is living well, and I believe her.”
Immediately after talking about her own offenses and her actions - obviously those of a girl who doesn’t have much self-esteem and is acting out, Reagan insecurely calls the girls at Dee’s concert “screechy.” This is Reagan’s defense mechanism, her way of telling herself that she is different from other girls - while they are screechy and fangirl-ish, she is different. In fact, Reagan has been told of her differences and excluded so many times that she now automatically puts herself there. She hates herself for doing things “just to feel the rush of it all," including losing her virginity "to a guy [I] barely knew, which was an experience that’s barely worth remembering.” And yet, she is the one putting herself in the very position that other girls assigned to her - she perpetuates the same behaviors that she now slut-shames other girls for.
To me, this is a clear indicator that the thought-hatred she has throughout the narrative really stems from her hatred of herself. In the scene that most other reviews I’ve read take as the biggest example of Reagan’s slut-shaming, we see Reagan trying to fight off her own attraction to Matt Finch while seeing several girls in a bar drawn to him:
I'm a taped-together girl, but I can carry my own baggage. What I can't do is pretend I'm weightless, unburdened.