Okay, I'm going to be totally honest with you, even if it makes me look like a terrible mother: These days (with three of my four kids in school all day) I actually look forward to weekdays more than the weekends. Horrible, right? I'm going to go ahead and blame it on my health issues (since it's just so dang convenient) and the resulting exhaustion, but the nice, all-day quiet is awfully appealing these days. Still, I'm looking forward to this weekend, which promises to be both fun-filled and uplifting. If you're LDS, you know that General Conference starts tomorrow (that's the uplifting part) - it always gives me a much-needed boost, even if my restless children make it a tad difficult to concentrate on what the speakers are sayng. Conference weekend also means lots of family together time. We're going to be decorating for Halloween, celebrating a cousin's birthday, eating homemade grilled pizza and lots more.

As if that wasn't enough, it's also time for my two favorite weekly bloggy activities:
This week's question from our hostess, Jen, over at Crazy for Books, is about using social network sites to promote our book blogs. Even though I don't think I really "get" Twitter, I do use it for occasional giveaway announcements and such. As for Facebook, I just recently set up a fan page. You can use the link on the left sidebar to become a fan. All in all, though, I think the resource that has most help me advertise my blog is the Book Hop and Follow Friday, as well as visiting and commenting on all the blogs on my feed reader (there are hundreds). I really love finding new book blogs and keeping tabs on all my favorites.

Your turn - head on over to Crazy for Books and get Hoppin'!

I've only been doing Follow Friday, hosted by Parajunkee, for a couple of weeks, but I'm really enjoying it. Click on over there to join in the fun!

If you're here because of either of these events, leave me a comment and let me know. Welcome, everybody - enjoy your stay :)

Seventeen-year-old Bianca Piper knows she's not the prettiest girl in her clique. Or the skinniest. Or the most well-liked. But she's shocked when playboy Wesley Rush informs her that she is, in fact, The Duff (Designated Ugly Fat Friend). "It's not like you're an ogre or anything," he explains, "but in comparison ...(6)" His cruelty wounds Bianca more than she wants to admit, hence the Cherry Coke she throws in his face. Still, the insult lingers. As does the anger, which she feels boiling through her at the mere sight of Wesley.

When Bianca's assigned to work with her arch enemy on a school project, she's not exactly thrilled. Especially since Wesley insists on calling her "Duffy." Trouble is, when she's alone with him, he's not all that bad. The jerk may even have a sensitive side. Considering the fact that Bianca's family is falling apart at the seams, she could use a sympathetic ear. And arms. And lips. Okay, she's hopelessly attracted to him. Only she can't tell a soul. Her friends wouldn't understand. Heck, she doesn't even understand. All she knows is that hanging out with Wesley makes her feel better. Maybe he's toying with her, playing with her emotions as carelessly as he does with all the other girls' - so what? She's using him, too, right? It's all fair.

It's only when she realizes how much she's come to rely on Wesley that she faces the truth: not only does she like the uber flirt, she might actually love him. Of course he doesn't feel the same way - a guy like Wesley would never fall for The Duff. Their little enemies-with-benefits arrangement was supposed to be an emotionless fling. So, why is Bianca hurting so badly? Cutting herself off is the only solution. Good thing sweet, Harvard-bound Toby's waiting in the wings. He's not a user, but her heart doesn't throw a tizzy when he's around either. If Bianca's The Duff, then why is her love life suddenly so complicated?

The DUFF, a debut YA novel by 19-year-old Kody Keplinger, has been getting so much buzz lately that I couldn't wait to tear open its cover and start reading. Then, the F-bombs started exploding, the sex talk got going, and Bianca's abrasive personality reared its ugly head. I would have quit with Chapter One, but by then, I had to know how things turned out. Still, the more I read, the less I cared for our foul-mouthed heroine. I didn't like her enough to feel sorry for her when things got rough at home, or when her situation with Wesley got confusing. My opinion? They're both self-centered users - they deserve each other. None of the other characters were developed enough to become truly interesting. All of this, combined with the profusive profanity, graphic sex scenes, and the way all the teens in the book talked about intercourse like it was the most casual thing in the world, left me hunting for redemptive value. Guess what? I found very little. Keplinger can write, the story she tells is compelling (though in a "Why am I still reading this?" kind of way) and the novel does carry a "Just be yourself" message. However, if being yourself means living the kind of coarse, depressing, shallow life Keplinger describes, then no thank you.

Unlike a lot of YA authors, Keplinger's actually attended high school in the 21st Century, so maybe The DUFF reflects a realistic teenage experience. Maybe I'm just too old or too big a prude to get it. It's totally possible. Because I didn't. At all.

(Readalikes: Hm, I don't know. Suggestions?)

Grade: C-

If this were a movie, it would be rated: R for strong language, graphic sexual content, and one instance of physical abuse toward a child.

To the FTC, with love: Another library fine find

The only problem with falling in bed at 7 p.m. is that, come 2 a.m., you're wide awake. I'm taking half my usual dose of levothyroxine in preparation for some blood tests and wow, has the exhaustion knocked me on my behind. I've been keeping myself going by slurping copious amounts of Mt. Dew (I'm probably the only person on Earth who considers 1 or less/day copious!), but last night, I could no longer keep my eyes open. I dropped at 7. By 2, I was feeling bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Apparently, my 5-year-old could sense my wakefulness, since he very thoughtfully chose that moment to scream, "Mommy!" Turns out, he'd had a little accident in his bed and couldn't find any dry underwear to change into. I used my Mommy powers to get the situation under control. He's now burrowed under his quilt in my room, snoozing away. And me? Well, I'm enjoying the quiet that is 3 a.m. at my house. It's so peaceful, I just might start making this my usual waking time. Yeah, probably not, but still ...

Anyway, Random.org has picked the winner of Come Sunday by Isla Morley. Ole Mr. Random didn't have to work too hard on this one since only 3 people entered the giveaway! I think that's the smallest number of entrants I've ever had. Oh well, fewer players, better odds all around, right? So ... congratulations to Linda, our big winner! If you'll email me with your address, I'll pass it onto Isla's publicist, who will send your book on its way. Thank you to all who entered the contest!

Speaking of contests, don't forget to enter to win a hardcover copy of Wicked Girls by Stephanie Hemphill. It's a creepy YA novel about the Salem witch trials - perfect for Halloween. Click here to enter.

Happy reading!