I finished The Carrie Diaries a few days ago, and all I can say is that I am extremely
disappointed. I have never wanted to shred, destroy, or burn (whoops, sorry Ray Bradbury!) a book more than this one. Hence the name, "The Carrie Die-aries". I know, I know- lame twist on words...
I guess I'm kind of a sucker for happy endings, and this book did not have one. Well, at least the kind of happy ending
I was looking for. SPOILER ALERT- Carrie's idiotic ex-boyfriend Sebastian is caught kissing Carrie's best friend, Lali, which ruins their friendship. If that's not bad enough, then he decides to go off and kiss Lali's younger sister, which ends up just as bad as it is disgusting. So, out of curiosity, I searched the book up on Wikipedia, and this is literally the definition of Sebastian Kydd: "Carrie's extremely pretty on-off boyfriend." Even the exceptionally verbose Wikipedia couldn't come up with something to say.
Another reason for my disgust is the fact that the actress for Carrie in the The Carrie Diaries TV series looks nothing like I had imagined. As I was reading the books, this was the Carrie I saw in my mind:
Carrie described herself as a 12 year old and stated, "I was twelve and starting to go through an awkward stage. I had skinny legs and no chest, two pimples, and frizzy hair. I was also wearing cat's eye glasses and carrying a dog-eared copy of What About Me? by Mary Gordan Howard." (Bushnell 53).
Sure, people can change, but keep in mind Carrie is still only 17.
Guess what the real Carrie looks like?

And the worst part is, she was accepted to Brown and a prestigious writing camp! I really try not to judge a book by its cover, but seriously? Ugh...Carrie and her
perfect blonde curls and
perfect outfits and
perfect writing skills can go die in a hole. OK, so maybe I'm a little (just a little) jealous. But she looks so...
perfect. I guess what happened with Sebastian could balance things out.
Overall, this book wasn't too terribly dreadful. Actually, the drama and fights and breakups and makeups were all pretty intriguing to me. It was like I was watching a science experiment unfold before my eyes, where the frantic specimens interacted with one another, occasionally producing foul language and tears. It was a guilty pleasure, but I won't indulge myself in the second book in this series, even though the first one ends on a huge cliff-hanger. I don't regret reading the book, but too much of this "stuff" and my brain will be fried.
So yes, I was disappointed and frustrated with this book, but I also enjoyed it very much. If that didn't make any sense just ignore me.
So what do you guys think: Is The Carrie Diaries a book you would check out (even if it's just out of curiosity) or something you would never look at in a million years?