Being Sloane Jacobs by Lauren Morrill
Sloane Emily Jacobs balances her time between trying to stage a comeback into the fierce world of figure skating and being the perfect daughter of of a US Senator. Exhausted by this pressure and not looking forward to an impending four week skate camp, Sloane Emily jumps at the chance to walk a mile in Sloane Devon Jacobs’ shoes. Sloane Devon has anger issues that have caused her to start picking fights during her hockey games. Consequently, Sloane Devon is being packed away to hockey camp. The girls meet by chance the night before their respective camps start, and decide Mary-Kate and Ashley style, to switch places.
What really works in this book is the dual POV. We really get to know Sloane Emily and Sloan Devon; their voices are very different, and it’s refreshing to see each of the protagonists through the other’s eyes. Both girls are dynamic, and their character development is probably the strongest part of this book. Clearly Lauren Morrill knows quite a bit about hockey, figure skating and Montreal. Her knowledge grounded the book, adding substance to the zany life-swapping. I also really liked that the Sloanes are athletic young lades with healthy appetites.
(Beware, vague romantic spoilers ahead...)
I wasn’t as keen on the romances; both felt a little rushed. I would have liked to know a little more about Matt’s transformation from Lothario to good guy. In Nando’s case, his return to hockey wasn’t really fleshed out—how do we know the same psych-himself-out thing won’t happen at Boston University? Also, even though I liked both Sloanes, I wanted to know why both of these hot guys were immediately attracted to them. Lastly, although I like the soft colors and airy look of the cover, I think it somehow needs to feature both Sloane Jacobs.
All in all, this book wins points from me for being hip, fun and creative. I loved that both our protagonists were strong young ladies who learned about themselves by trying something new.
Disclosure: I received an ARC of Being Sloane Jacobs from Delacorte Press. I received neither compensation nor coffee nor shoes to write this review.