Looking for a good read? Keep looking. I recently read the recently released
release Galaxy Girls. I don’t know
what it was that drew me to the book, but I suspect it was the title, or maybe
it was the blaze orange lips on the cover coupled with broken hearts and
celestial bodies.
Galaxy Girls
gets right to the point. It’s
about some girls from a galaxy seemingly based on our own. In the world of the galaxy girls,
though, doughnuts are good for you and rollerblading is still cool. Imagine the future as it’s portrayed in
Back to the Future, with worse clothing.
Essentially, five girls in moon boots bounce around their bustling
metropolis shopping for crappy outfits and wearing too much plastic. Of course they’re each beautiful in
their own unique and distinguished way and have their share of comic
misadventures, particularly with the metrosexual robot-like futureboys. (All the boys in the future play water
polo and are occupied with generally inept skullduggery.) Who doesn’t love the classic
story of the slightly overweight girl with a heart of gold winning the heart of
the crew cut, water polo playing, captain-of-the-team type boy?
I like to rate a book based on how it makes me feel. After I read the last sentence, I like
to lie back and think about the book’s events, mood, and style. After Galaxy Girls, I can only say that
I felt depressed--the kind of depressed that makes you slink your way to the
fridge under the cover of darkness so you can eat a jar of strawberry jam while
you lock yourself in the bathroom for the next several hours. The kind of depressed that makes you
eat that jam with nothing but your fingers. “This is it”, you will say to yourself, “this is how it
ends. No friends, no toast, not even a spoon.”
-scott