The Exact Opposite of Okay“Laura Steven simultaneously destroyed the patriarchy and made me laugh so hard I choked. I will protect Izzy O'Neill with my life.” —Becky Albertalli, author of SIMON VS. THE HOMO SAPIENS AGENDA Bitingly funny and shockingly relevant, The Exact Opposite of Okay is a bold, brave, and necessary read for fans of Louise O’Neill and Jennifer Mathieu. Eighteen-year-old Izzy O’Neill knows exactly who she is—a loyal friend, an aspiring comedian, and a person who believes that milk shakes and Reese’s peanut butter cups are major food groups. But after she’s caught in a compromising position with the son of a politician, it seems like everyone around her is eager to give her a new label: slut. Izzy is certain that the whole thing will blow over and she can get back to worrying about how she doesn’t reciprocate her best friend Danny’s feelings for her and wondering how she is ever going to find a way out of their small town. Only it doesn’t. And while she’s used to laughing her way out of any situation, as she finds herself first the center of high school gossip and then in the middle of a national scandal, it’s hard even for her to find humor in the situation. Izzy may be determined not to let anyone else define who she is, but that proves easier said than done when it seems like everyone has something to say about her. |
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... Betty had the shingles and couldn't work for a while. So yeah, Carson Manning. He's good people. And not exactly terrible to look at. And . . . maybe he feels the same about me? I mean, why else would he show me his doodle? Or am I just ...
... Betty begrudgingly moonlights as a pancake chef. I mean, it's not exactly moonlighting when it's her only job. But it sounds more glamorous if you say it that way. In reality she works twelve-hour shifts on bunion-addled feet and is in ...
... Betty.” “Valid point,” I concede. Smelling burned pancake batter, I peer past the server station into the massive chrome kitchen, trying to see if Betty's knocking around. There's no sign of her. She's probably swigging from her hip ...
... Betty, the woman who raised me from that day forth, is told repeatedly by doctors that she's going to die soon, on account of her significant BMI. And she's still kicking ass and taking names. Anyway, even though the doctor repeatedly ...
... Betty not to watch even though I know she will anyway. Then I brief her about the subsequent awesome session with Mrs. Crannon, and about how the enthusiasm from them both has made me feel slightly more optimistic about my strange brand ...
Contents
Thursday September 15 | |
Saturday September 17 | |
Monday September 19 | |
Tuesday September 20 | |
Friday September 23 | |
Tuesday September 27 | |
Thursday September 29 | |
Friday September 30 | |
Monday October 3 | |
Wednesday October 5 | |
Friday October 7 | |
Tuesday October 11 | |
Wednesday October 12 | |
Friday October 14 | |
Wednesday September 28 | |
Acknowledgments | |