As most people probably know, there are few books that I really despise. I can say, with all honesty, that I hate most works by Charles Dickens (except A Christmas Carol). I didn’t like Conrad’s Heart of Darkness, I would rather cut grass than read It by Stephen King, and I find most westerns to be mind-numbingly boring. Well, now I can add another book to the list of those which make me cringe: Jumped by Rita Williams-Garcia.
When I read the reviews and flap-copy for Jumped, I was interested in the premise: Three girls with intertwined stories, and how one small action can balloon to impact lives forever. The story revolves around an upcoming girl fight and whether or not one of the main characters should say anything to stop it. When I actually sat down to read the book, however, I was less than interested. It took me forever to get through it. The book is only 168 pages, but it took me weeks to actually find the will to finish it.
None of the three main characters have redeeming qualities. None of them learned anything from the eventual outcome of the book. I found myself asking, “What’s the point?” several times throughout this book. Now, some may think I’m being overly harsh, but Jumped definitely didn’t meet my standards for quality young adult fiction.