What would you do?
As far as I'm concerned, there's no excuse not to be decent...Especially when you're responsible for a kid.
It just figures that fifteen-year old Victoria's dad fails once again to be at the train station like he's promised. Fuming, Victoria watches as a teen mom stashes her bruised little boy in the train's bathroom. When the mom gets off the train alone, Victoria decides she has had it with all the poor excuses who call them selves parents. Making a split-second decision, Victoria boards the next train out of town-taking the little boy with her.
No, really, what would you do?
Victoria's staying on the run until everyone responsible starts keeping their promises. This kid's not falling through the cracks. Not on her watch.
Grade: [Did Not Finish]
This isn’t a review because I didn’t finish the book. I can’t review a book I didn’t finish. I also can’t finish a book I don’t want to—doesn’t happen often, but here you have it—and I also can’t leave it on my pile as it’s here for a review.
Therefore, here you have it: the explanation.
The writing didn’t suck. It was competent enough.
William (or whatever his name ends up being) is portrayed quite well. You know, for a two-year-old whose words vary from “Da” to “’Lo”.
It’s not that the book is horrid. It just didn’t move. Nothing you didn’t already know from reading the back copy happens. The plot didn’t suck—it was simply poorly executed. As were the characters. As was the dialogue. This book would’ve benefitted from a lot of tightening, reevaluation of how plausible the plot was, and a pinch of excitement. Seriously—think of someone stuck in a desert for, say, three days, no water, no food, no anything. A little, itty bit of water would go a long way there, right?
But the single most annoying this was Victoria. She wasn’t likeable, and she wasn’t even intriguing to make up for it. She was whiny. Whinywhinywhiny, so much that if angst could be converted into energy power, a single minute of her suckier-than-thou attitude would, like, power Satan’s playpen for eons.
All of which would probably be filled with more of her incessant crap. >.<>
Implausible plot, impatient me.
ETA: If the plot kinda sorta sounds like something you might want to read, Caroline B Cooney's Hush Little Baby was good, if I remember correctly. (Read it about three years ago. So if it sucks, it's my seventh grade taste at fault.)