Author: Cecily von Ziegesar
Series: Gossip Girl #7
Rating: 3 / 5 stars
Most of her life had been an endless loop of repetition, filled with the same people, parties, and predictability. Even her dreams had been predictable, and she liked it like that.
This quote from Nobody Does It Better kind of sums up my current feeling towards the Gossip Girl series. Each novel feels a bit like the same story, over and over. Blair and Nate get together, Blair and Nate get in a fight, Blair and Nate break up. Wash, rinse, and repeat. Serena gets a boyfriend. After five minutes, she’s bored of him. She dumps boyfriend and finds someone else. Wash, rinse, repeat. Jenny follows on Serena’s keels trying to be just like her. Dan makes a butt out of himself. Vanessa does something equally dumb or unbelievable. And Chuck just hangs out with his pet monkey (believe it or not, that’s not a metaphor for anything).
In this installment in the series, the seniors are all finding out where they got in to college, or are deciding which college they want to go to if they haven’t already. They are counting down the days to high school graduation, and planning on living it up partying until they do. This novel is a little less annoying than the last one, though it still doesn’t seem like these characters are ever going to gain any growth. Though by now I suspect that is kind of the point. And this time around, I almost feel bad for Blair, although she ought to realize by now that her relationship with Nate is one of those toxic ones not good for you and that she ought to leave his loser butt behind. Also, she ought to learn that two self centered, self obsessed girls are never going to survive as BFFs for life. Oh, and not to steal things from babies. She shouldn’t do that either.
And Jenny. Oh Jenny. She gets more annoying each time around, although I thought the school tour with Rufus was awesome, even if it didn’t end the way I had hoped. Oh well, a gal can dream. There’s always next time (now, how many of these books are left? I feel like I’ve about reached my limit on how much whiny elite high schoolers I can bare).