the only thing worse than me is you by lily anderson

I grabbed two ends of my hair and yanked until I felt the ponytail secure itself to the base of my skull. One of my favorite examples of Trixie's musings: They both go about their sparring in such an intelligent and methodical manner, it's difficult not to admire the whole intricate tangle and fall for them both page by page. And Ben is such a worthy, quirky opponent. The drama she allows into her world is carefully allotted and reserved entirely for harassing her nemesis Ben, a decision I wholly approved of. She felt so much like a kindred spirit, especially in the calm, but often perplexed, ways she views her peers, herself, her various relationships, and what she might want out of life. The shifting alliances within their two groups are thrown into even more chaos, and somehow Ben finds himself enlisted in helping Trixie get to the bottom of just who framed Harper and why. But then the unimpeachable Harper is expelled for cheating and Trixie cries foul. The whole situation is too treacly and inconvenient for either of them to countenance. West department until Trixie's best friend Harper begins dating Ben's best friend Cornell. And things are progressing rather swimmingly in the Watson vs. And they are both bound and determined to knock the other out of the third place class standing senior year. They both love comic books and all things Dr. They both hang with genuinely good, sunny personalities distinctly at odds with their own prickly natures. They both attend Messina Academy-the same elite private school for nerd geniuses (though neither fits in quite as seamlessly as first appearances might indicate).

Trixie Watson and Ben West have been at odds since time immemorial. Hovering over his upper lip―possibly glued there―was a bushy monstrosity that shouted, 'Look out, senior class, I'm gonna tie some chicks to the train tracks and then go on safari with my good friend Teddy Roosevelt. This was my first book by Lily Anderson, and from the snort of laughter I let out at the opening lines, I knew that we would be getting on just fine:īen West spent summer vacation growing a handlebar mustache.

Then this year I ran across Lily Anderson's The Only Thing Worse Than Me is You, which just by the way became my favorite book title in forever and just so, so perfect for Beatrice and Benedick and their mad, wonderful war. That book is perfection from start to finish, and I will die on that hill. You know how strongly I felt about McKelle George's incredible Speak Easy, Speak Love. I have now read two retellings of Much Ado About Nothing (possibly my very favorite Shakespeare play, which is saying something), and I'm just sort of delighted with the whole situation.

The only thing worse than me is you by lily anderson