Red

It was pretty interesting reading Red. While reading this book I had so many mixed emotions with the book. There were times I was frustrated and annoyed while reading all the stories of these young girls. As frustrated as I was with their stories, somehow some of the girl’s stories were able to put a smile on my face because I could somehow relate to them. With some of the girl’s stories I was able to see myself at their age and how I was so much them. For example, Jocelyn’s story about the boy she had a crush on was one that took me back in my teen days. The story reminded me when I was thirteen years old and the day this new cute boy came to my school. I remember from the first day I saw him I had butterflies and I developed a crush that would last all the two years we had together in the same school. Unlike one of the girls in the book who had the courage to ask out the guy she liked, with me I never had the guts to even tell that boy how much I liked him. Even the day he asked me out, I refused to be his girlfriend. The fact that I was raised by parents who always told me I should never have a boyfriend until I’m done with school. I was young and afraid to have a boyfriend because somehow I thought my parents would found out, even though they were in a different continent. They surely would’ve been proud me.
After all, even though sometimes I was irritated reading the book, I believe that one of the reason was because I felt as if I was opening my diary and these days I can't stand reading my daily. Sometimes when I read it I see the naïve and vulnerable young girl I used to be, but yet at the time I thought I knew it all.