Book Review: ‘Charly’s Epic Fiascos’
Author Kelli London
“No” is a foreign word.
It’s something you simply cannot understand. It just doesn’t compute. Not in your vocabulary.
When you want something—whether it’s a boy, a job, a grade, a pet, or a new gadget you must have— ain’t nobody better say that word to you because you don’t get it.
It. Just. Doesn’t. Make. Sense.
And you’re not alone: Charly St. James has never met a “No” she likes, either, but in the new book “Charly’s Epic Fiascos” by Kelli London (c.2012, Dafina, $9.95 / $10.95 Canada, 288 pages), ignoring that negative word may take her places she really doesn’t want to go.
It was a good thing Mason couldn’t read minds.
He was one fine boy. She wanted him to be her boyfriend, but Charly St. James had been lying to Mason about nearly everything: she was from the South Side of Chicago, not New York. She didn’t just visit her father in Brooklyn; she hadn’t seen him since she was 5. And she didn’t have all kinds of money like Mason thought she did. No, Charly worked at a restaurant called Smax’s BBQ, and she was hiding her cash so she could buy a phone.
That was because Charly’s mom, Brigette (pronounced the French way: Bri-jeet), had been laid off from her job so she laid claim to every cent Charly made and every nice thing Charly owned.
To say Brigette was nasty was being nice.
But on the afternoon that Brigette stole Charly’s bankroll and lost it at the casino, Charly had enough. She packed her belongings in Brigette’s best luggage and left town on the first ‘Hound she found.
New York City was where Charly was headed. Her father lived there—somewhere. Her aunt did, too, and Charly was sure Auntie would help her get an audition for a reality show that would start filming soon. It was practically a done deal, Charly was positive of it. There’d be fame and fortune in her future, for sure.
That is, as long as she could keep away from hustlers, dealers, juvie hall, scammers, creeps, and thieves . . . .
When I first picked up “Charly’s Epic Fiascos,” I was surprised at what I was reading. It seemed to be about a lying young hustler who manipulated everyone to get what she wanted. And this was a book for young women?
Yes, it is. But . . . .
Author Kelli London gives her main character plenty of reason for doing what she does, as well as a bit of regretfulness for having done it. Because of the situation in which London paints Charly’s life and because the character is so charmingly cheeky, readers will fall in love with her. I know I did.
But . . . .
On the other hand, “Charly’s Epic Fiascos” makes running away seem like a big event. Is that good? I think that depends on to whom you’re giving this book. For 13-to-17-year-olds who can see the story as a story, I think it’s a really fun read. But for teens who struggle to recognize fiction, “Charly’s Epic Fiascos” is a no-go.
You’re a person who knows what she wants.
You can make up your mind in a snap, decisively sizing up the situation, weighing the options in your head. You rarely regret the solution you choose. You know what you want—and you get it.
That goes for relationships, too, but in the new book “Divine Intervention” by Lutishia Lovely (c.2012, Dafina, $15 / $16.95 Canada, 320 pages), a whole church full of people can’t seem to settle on love.
Everybody looks different, but they haven’t changed a bit.
The classmates at your reunion got older, that’s for sure. Some have gotten a little wider, a bit grayer, too, and more lined than they were decades ago.
What’s funny, though, is that while you were reminiscing with these former-classmates-cum-friends, you didn’t notice gray hair. You didn’t see extra pounds or new wrinkles. You only saw children, the way they were in school.
You’ll always remember the break-up.
It started with a he-said, she-said moment forever burned in your mind. You remember where you stood, the words that were said (or not), the anger, and the queasy feeling that a mistake was about to be made, but you didn’t know whose it was.
Relationships come and go, but you never forget your first love and you never forget losing it, either.
You’ve always secretly loved this time of year, even though everybody else seems to grumble about it.
Back to school. Back to homework and getting up early to hit the books. Back to boring classrooms. Grrrr.
You grumble along, but the truth is that back-to-school season is exciting. You get to see friends you didn’t see over summer, the clothes and kicks everybody’s rocking, and boys—the ones who were nerds last spring—who suddenly became oh-so-fine.
They say the economy’s getting better.