
Bratfest at Tiffany's

The characters of "The Clique" series are spoiled brats that anyone but a twelve-year-old girl would love to hate. Vain, greedy, cruel, pampered, and superficial to the Nth degree, the 'pretty committee' have a horrid charm, rather the observation of a five car pile-up--one cannot look away. If I had a daughter like one of these, not only would I send her to a Muslim country for a reality check, I would be afraid to unbar her door at night. I'm not sure that I would buy a copy for any girl of gentle or loving personality; a tender-hearted girl would simply be put off by the antics of these dum-dums. The popularity of the series indicates that an entertainment has at last been created for the anti-social portion of the literate juvenile market which has been neglected for so long. Yet these characters are no female version of Holden Caulfield. Insolent and self-obsessed, they are well on their way to various forms of addiction, leading one to visualize future titles as the 'Pretty Committee on Suicide Watch', 'Wannabes in Nine-Step' and 'Mass Funerals for Anorexics'. Not for nothing, I guess, is the much-maligned school slanged as OCD--those are, of course, the initials for Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. If you want role models for your daughters, the girls of the Clique offer nothing but distorted mirrors, which can be funny but disturbing when taken too seriously. If, on the other hand, you want an junior high version of tabloid romance, you have found your jackpot. Sick but slick fun for the slight-hearted.
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