I know it's bad, but I can't help but enjoy MTV's 16 & Pregnant and Teen Mom shows. I know, I know -- there are so many, many criticisms to throw both at the producers, at some of the participants (not all), and at myself for watching and therefore perpetuating it. But this is like candy for my brain. I can't stop, y'all. And originally I started posting quotes to GoodReads as I read, but it got to the point where I would be spending way too much time typing out long quotes -- example: My head was spinning, whether from the alcohol I drank or from being so close to Derek I wasn't sure. Or, We were already "officially" broken up when I found out I was pregnant. He had tried to call me when word got out about my pregnancy, but I was determined to keep my distance until after the baby was born. I needed a break from the drama and time to figure out what it meant now that we had a baby on the way. The distance was meant to show him how serious I was and how serious I needed him to be.
So I decided to save time by just filming myself reading it to Patrick. Except that took 40 minutes, and then editing it down to just under 12 minutes below took forever, so in the end typing out all the chapters into GoodReads would probably have been easier.
I debated even making this review live -- it seems a little harsh, but my reasoning is this: I'm pretty much just reading the words on the page that MTV let see the light of day. Yes, I'm obviously poking fun, but I stand by the idea that if you appear on a reality show then write a memoir which MTV publishes, you want attention, and...honestly, this book is just so, so bad. So don't judge me too harshly, mmkay? Judge the guy who drinks and drives and dies because of it, but not before going on some profane racist rants, pressuring his girlfriend for sex, and almost going to jail. And that's the other tragedy here: in addition to this book being published, Farrah has a chance to advocate for something...responsibility, maybe. But the book is, instead, a he-said-she-said of Myspace caliber. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
My apologies for some language in the video below -- you'd think I was a sailor, and for that I'm sorry. (I'll probably take it down eventually.) But this book. Y'all. This book. My eyes. (This video in no way reflects anyone aside from myself. AKA, I'm not at work, even though I'm surrounded by books.)
And yet still, it's better than Juhnelle. So, there's that?