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 I can't say that I loved this book. Caitlin Moran's writing is definitely something worth talking about, but the content of How to Build a Girl was so far from what I tend to enjoy. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll. This book. Literally. I got the coming-of-age aspect, but it was those big 3 that just became way too much for me. It also may have been a culture difference/issue, because I sure as hell wasn't that full of sexual angst at the tender age of 14. I just failed to connect with the main character on SO many levels, and the stream of conscious narrative had my head spinning. 
 How to Build a Girl began in 1990. I existed at this time, and I was 4. Whereas our main character, Johanna Morrigan, is a ripe 14. I appreciated the 90's, but unfortunately, I'm a little too young to have caught on to all of the super-hip references that were made in this novel. Also, I just wrote 'super-hip,' not sure what that says about me either. Anyway, Johanna is sick of being an overweight, nerdy, and generally unbecoming teen. Her family is near broke, and her life is heading in a rather unfulfilling direction. She decides to create an alter-ego. Enter, Dolly Wilde, a music review writer for one of the coolest music papers around. Money begins to seep in, and so do the dangers, and temptations, that come with intermingling with rock stars. 
 I felt like this narrative was edgy for the sake of being edgy. I felt like it was trying too hard, and in turn, not actually accomplishing what it set out to do. Caitlin Moran could turn the phone book into something I want to read, I'm sure. How to Build a Girl was definitely not poorly written, it was just..TOO written. It was too much, too soon. Johanna wanted an out, and so became something that was 'in' (see what I did there). But too much sex, too much vulgarity, and too many visuals in my head that I would rather not have visualized. I realize I sound like a major prude, but Johanna/Dolly was 14 going on 35, and I would have been murdered on the spot by my parents had I been behaving the way she was. I reiterate, it may have just been a huge cultural difference, I find that a lot of British novels involve teens that are allowed to do things that I'm not even doing NOW, at 28 years-old. 
 I wish I had read Moran's How to Be a Woman before approaching this work of fiction, if only to have understood her personal and political background. Perhaps that's exactly what I will do. I hope to be re-writing this review sometime in the future. For now, I'm saying that I wish I had passed on this one. 
 Recommended for Fans of: Contemporary, Feminist overtones in fiction, Romance.