Meet Sloane Emily Jacobs: a seriously stressed-out figure-skater who choked during junior nationals and isn’t sure she’s ready for a comeback. What she does know is that she’d give anything to escape the mass of misery that is her life.
Now meet Sloane Devon Jacobs, a spunky ice hockey player from Philly who’s been suspended from her team for too many aggressive hip checks. Her punishment? Hockey camp, now, when she’s playing the worst she’s ever played. If she messes up? Her life will be over.
When the two Sloanes meet by chance in Montreal and decide to trade places for the summer, each girl thinks she’s the lucky one. But it didn’t occur to Sloane E. that while avoiding sequins and axels she might meet a hockey hottie – and Sloane D. never expected to run into a familiar (and very good-looking) face from home. It’s not long before the Sloanes discover that convincing people you’re someone else might be more difficult than being yourself.
First Sentence: The music in my head swells to a crescendo, the timpani rolling like a summer thunderstorm.
I wasn’t sure if I would enjoy Being Sloane Jacobs. Unlike others, I didn’t enjoy Lauren Morrill’s debut novel, Meant To Be, which is also a packaged book for those of you who don’t know. I wasn’t sure if I would like Being Sloane Jacobs either if it was anywhere close to what Meant To Be was. To my surprise, when I started reading Being Sloane Jacobs, I was sucked in into the book. I enjoyed everything about it: its cuteness, its adorableness, its swoon-worthyness, and its utter awesomeness. (Okay, I know that doesn’t really tell you much about the book, but believe me, when you read Being Sloane Jacobs, you’ll totally understand what I’m saying.)
Sloane blinks at me from the other side of the table, staring at me as though I’ve gone insane.
And maybe I have.
But the idea won’t let go: Here it is. My chance to be somebody else for a bit.
My chance to switch. (59)
Being Sloane Jacobs is such a cute and adorable book; there’s literally no other way to describe it. I was smiling over the adorableness this book was and only one other contemporary author, my number one favorite author of all time to be more specific, managed to do that for me: Stephanie Perkins. I mean, I used to hate reading contemporaries, but Stephanie Perkins made me love it! I remember when I read Meant To Be, it was advertised and hyped as similar to Anna and the French Kiss, one of Stephanie Perkins’ books, but didn’t live up to its advertised hype. However, Being Sloane Jacobs did live up to that promise (although it isn’t as good as Anna and the French Kiss because please, nothing can be better than Anna and the French Kiss to me).
I’ve seen this discussed on twitter, so I’ll also mention it here: Being Sloane Jacobs has a non-white love interest. I’ve read more than a hundred young adult books in 2013 and I can easily tell you this: out of those 100+ young adult books I’ve read last year, only one of those books also had a non-white love interest: Ten by Gretchen McNeil. I’m glad Lauren Morrill decided to add a non-white love interest to Being Sloane Jacobs, adding some diversity into her book.
“Watch yourself,” a gruff voice says into my ear. “The insurance doesn’t cover drunken sorority girls.”
“I’m not drunk,” I say, shrugging him off once I’m sure I’m steady…”And I’m not in a sorority.” (127)
There is one main problem I have with Being Sloane Jacobs though: the insta-love, or at least the kind of insta-love. Let me explain, a player who has been with nearly every girl there is in camp falls for Sloane Emily. Out of every girl out there who wants him (believe me, there were several instances in the book which made that quite clear), the love interest is only into Sloane Emily because of…reasons. There was this one moment where I could have gotten an explanation on why the love interest was only interested in Sloane Emily and not all the other girls out there, but to my disappointment, I never did get one. Despite the lack of explanation, I surprisingly wasn’t bothered with the insta-love in Being Sloane Jacobs, unlike other books that had insta-love in it. The cuteness factor of Sloane Emily’s relationship with her love interest just overwhelmed my dislike for the insta-love in it.
I look up. His face is still composed, but his eyes are smiling. Just like when he kissed me that first time. I made him swear I could trust him, and he didn’t let me down, not even when I let him down. (304)
Overall, if you’re looking for a fun adorable book that will make you gosh all over the characters, their situation, and the romance, Being Sloane Jacobs is definitely the book for you. I’ll definitely be book pushing Being Sloane Jacobs for people looking to read fun and cute contemporaries.