I had to push through this one, but I’m glad that I did.
All her life, Imogene has been known as the girl on THAT blog.
Imogene’s mother has been writing an incredibly embarrassing, and incredibly popular, blog about her since before she was born. Hundreds of thousands of perfect strangers knew when Imogene had her first period. Imogene’s crush saw her “before and after” orthodontia photos. But Imogene is fifteen now, and her mother is still blogging about her, in gruesome detail, against her will.
When a mandatory school project compels Imogene to start her own blog, Imogene is reluctant to expose even more of her life online…until she realizes that the project is the opportunity she’s been waiting for to tell the truth about her life under the virtual microscope and to define herself for the first time.
Don’t Call Me Baby is a sharply observed and irrepressibly charming story about mothers and daughters, best friends and first crushes, and the surface-level identities we show the world online and the truth you can see only in real life.
The synopsis of this book grabbed my interest and so I decided to read it.
Being a forced celebrity in your own town, not to mention other places around your country is something I can’t imagine. But to be put in that position by your own mother, who’s decided to document every step of your life on her professional blog, from the moment you were conceived, including visuals, is just torture. Especially when communicating your feelings to your mother is mostly impossible.
That’s Imogene’s life. And her best friend, Sage, is at a similar position, although in a smaller capacity.
Imogene and Sage decide to take control of their privacy and act. They start their own blogs as part of a school assignment, but use that blog to fight back. To say it mostly blows in their faces is an understatement, but the journey to actually carry across their message, to both their mothers and the community they live is, is eventually successful.
I liked the concept of the story, and it was written well. I think however that this wasn’t my cup of tea. I didn’t feel anything reading it. There was no culmination of emotions, nothing to make me want to turn the page. I would recommend this title to a younger crowd, though, as it is a sweet story that will most likely speak to teens. Maybe even mothers of teens who are heavily involved in the world wide web.
Oh, one awesome thing about this book? Imogene’s grandmother. The woman is a hoot.