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Last week, I read Sister Mischief by Laura Goode. I really wanted to love this book: it’s about girls who love girls who love music. Four girls protest their school administration’s policies through rap. Based on the summary, this should be the best book of the year. But the execution is kind of shallow. Characters are defined largely by their favorite music. One tedious passage lists every major hip hop artist of the past twenty five years and which of the four girls loves (or hates) them. The antagonist is over the top evil. The last third of the book has approximately eight hundred It Gets Better monologues disguised as conversation. There are attempts to integrate texting and twitter, but these take away from the story rather than add to it. This is a story that will probably not age well. Despite all this, Sister Mischief has some great moments: the girl all the boys want to date is the “butchiest straight girl ever,” the nerds have just as much sex as everyone else, most of the girls self-identify as radical feminists. It is 350 pages.