Amazon.com Review
New York City's lights are bright enough to thrill even the most jaded teen--at first, anyway. Tracey Bascombe runs away to the writhing metropolis in hopes of living anonymously, away from her neglectful father and pill-popping mother. Sparkling facades are rarely what they seem, however, and soon Tracey must confront New York's gritty underbelly. Alone in the huge city, without real skills, Tracey turns to stripping in order to survive. In what may be one of the most graphic books ever written for teens, author Shelley Stoehr takes readers inside the mind of a runaway teen as she splits apart in order to maintain her sanity. She may be Tracey by day, but at night, under the hazy glow of stage lights, she becomes Amanda and dances for slobbering, objectifying men. Stoehr bravely abandons all moralizing here. Instead, the author allows Tracey/Amanda to describe her own life in painful, lurid detail, resulting in a powerful, cautionary tale for mature teens everywhere.
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From Publishers Weekly
Stoehr (Crosses) seems out to shock with this sordid sortie through the strip joints of New York City. Tracey-a beautiful, brilliant, privileged teenager-has everything except the love of her divorced parents. So she runs off to the city and, with remarkable ease, finds herself a room in a fleabag hotel and lands a job as a topless dancer. Her coworkers in the flesh biz are, on the whole, supportive and friendly; the clients tend toward the lewd and crude. Much of the story is taken up with a repetitious accounting of Tracey's piecemeal earnings ("A flash might get me a dollar, but I know I'll get at least two by sensually rubbing slow circles in the skin below my navel," she says in a relatively tame moment). Tracey's descent into booze, cocaine and ever-riskier business counterpoints a murkily developed theme that has something to do with gaining independence or female power; the irony here is never certain. The conclusion trumpets confusion-after being brutally beaten, Tracey returns to her father's home, where she mulls things over: "Not that every girl has to strip to become a woman.... But it worked for me. And even though I hated dancing naked sometimes, I also liked it." Ages 14-up.
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