Author: Gemma Halliday
Series: Deadly Cool # 2
Genres: Mystery, Contemporary, Young Adult
Publisher: HarperTeen
Released: 24 April
2012
Summary: courtesy of goodreads.com Twittercide: the killing
of one human being by another while the victim is in the act of tweeting.
Call me crazy, but I figured writing for the "Herbert Hoover High Homepage" would be a pretty sweet gig. Pad the resume for college applications, get a first look at the gossip column, spend some time ogling the paper's brooding bad-boy editor, Chase Erikson. But on my first big story, things went . . . a little south. What should have been a normal interview with Sydney Sanders turned into me discovering the homecoming queen-hopeful dead in her pool. Electrocuted while Tweeting. Now, in addition to developing a reputation as HHH's resident body finder, I'm stuck trying to prove that Sydney's death wasn't suicide.
I'm starting to long for the days when my biggest worry was whether the cafeteria was serving pizza sticks or Tuesday Tacos. . .
Call me crazy, but I figured writing for the "Herbert Hoover High Homepage" would be a pretty sweet gig. Pad the resume for college applications, get a first look at the gossip column, spend some time ogling the paper's brooding bad-boy editor, Chase Erikson. But on my first big story, things went . . . a little south. What should have been a normal interview with Sydney Sanders turned into me discovering the homecoming queen-hopeful dead in her pool. Electrocuted while Tweeting. Now, in addition to developing a reputation as HHH's resident body finder, I'm stuck trying to prove that Sydney's death wasn't suicide.
I'm starting to long for the days when my biggest worry was whether the cafeteria was serving pizza sticks or Tuesday Tacos. . .
My Review: So, I loved Deadly Cool. Loved, loved, loved it. Which means that I had pretty high standards
for Social Suicide, and I am pleased to report that it delivered! You may read the blurb and think: “death by
twitter…hmmmm” and admittedly it does seem a little strange and mainstream,
like a way to instantly date the novel, but somehow it doesn’t.
In the second installment of this fantastic series Hartley
is forced to confront what exactly is going on between her and Chase. And this, my friends, was my favorite part of
this story. Reading Hartley and Sam’s
banter back and forth about what exactly Chase’s intentions are, and then the
semi-public humiliation that is wrought from misinterpretation is not only
hilarious but pretty real. Having
Hartley dress up, and the subtle nuances in Chase’s behavior reminded me so
much of high school I could practically hear the crowd at the Friday night
football game, smell the day old lunch room food, and see the emptiness of
after-school staff meetings.
I liked how Sam’s boyfriend stepped it up this round, and I
loved that Hartley’s mom is still a pretty major part of her life. If there is one thing that I truly adore
about this series, besides Hartley herself, it is the relationship that Hartley
has with her mother, how real it is without being suffocating. Actually, all of Hartley’s relationships are
kind of my favorite. I mean seriously, is Sam not the best "best friend" EVER? I mean seriously, she is kind of perfect (and not in a too perfect kind of way, in a 'you're such an awesome bff' kind of way, like really truly awesome).
The only thing that did get on my nerves with this novel is
that Hartley is still kind of the same.
In Deadly Cool Hartley grew up a little bit, she left her cheating
boyfriend, made some new friends and joined the newspaper staff, whereas in
this one it’s kind of the exact same Hartley.
This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but I wanted a little bit
more to happen to her personality-wise.
The fact that nothing did gave this novel a “filler” kind of feel. Don’t get me wrong, Social Suicide is
just as much fun, if not more so than Deadly Cool because Hartley is trying so hard to figure
out the “guy” thing along with who killed Sydney, definitely one I would
recommend for someone looking for a fun mystery read with a lovely amount of
fluff and an immense amount of fun. I mean, I want the next Hartley
Featherstone novel, like . . . now.
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