Evie - The Diviners by Libba Bray. Evie is a flapper who struggles between living up to others expectations and trying to be the person she is.
Will lectured about belief in the supernatural, but the only ghosts that frightened Evie were the very real ghosts inside her. Some mornings, she'd wake and vow, Today, I will get it right. I won't be such an awful mess of a girl. I won't lose my tempter or make unkind remarks. I won't go too far with a joke and feel the room go quiet with disapproval. I'll be good and kind and sensible and patient. The sort everyone loves. But by evening, her good intentions would have unraveled. She'd say the wrong thing or talk a little too loudly. She'd take a dare she shouldn't, just to be noticed. Perhaps Mabel was right, and she was selfish. But what was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all? "Oh, Evie, you're too much," people said, and it wasn't complimentary. Yes, she was too much. She felt like too much inside all the time.
So why wasn't she ever enough?
Frankie Landau-Banks - The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart. I realize in writing this that I have never posted about this book before. That is a mistake. This is one of those books that feels like my soul on paper. Frankie is an independent thinker to the point that most people consider her trouble. And she loves pranks.
She will not be simple and sweet. She will not be what people tell her to be.
Frankie appreciated both the accolades and the rejections equally, because both meant she'd had an impact. She wasn't a person who needed to be liked so much as she was a person who liked to be notorious.
Jessica Darling - Sloppy Firsts by Megan McCafferty. I actually posted about how this book changed my life a while ago. Like all of the characters on the list so far, Jessica wants something different than what everyone is telling her to want.
You can only be in a bad mood for so long before you have to face up to the fact that it isn't a bad mood at all; it's just your sucky personality.
Right now I feel guilty to be alive. Why? Because I’m wasting it. I’ve been given this life and all I do is mope it away.What’s worse is, I am totally aware of how ridiculous I am. It would be a lot easier if I believed I was the center of the universe, because then I wouldn’t know any better NOT to make a big deal out of everything. I know how small my problems are, yet that doesn’t stop me from obsessing about them.
Reminding me of myself in a more absurd way: Stephanie Plum, Hartley Featherstone, and Gerogia Nicholson. They are all ridiculous and awkward. We also share a knack for getting ourselves into ridiculous situations. Luckily, I have never found a dead body or dressed as a stuffed olive. Covers link to series GoodReads pages.
Did my answers surprise you? Did I miss someone you thought would be on my list?