Libby Schmais

Lotus was named by a mother who was going through a Zen phase when she was born, and is burdened with lame jokes and Zen breathing as a result. This book was pretty uninteresting, and I finished it purposefully just to see what happened. The first three-fourths of the book deal with Lotus loving France, including a lot of French words, and dealing with her crazy family. Her father is writing an existential play and Lotus seems to know quite a lot about John Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir, weirdly. She and her best friend fall in love with the same boy, and the three of them form a French Club which ends up going to Montreal. By the end of the book, both girls have seen him for what he really is, but it takes a long time and a toll on their friendship. A confusing book – why would either girl put up with him? And the best part is the location – New York City and Montreal. Not worth the effort I put into it.… (más)