Reviews for How Schools Shortchange Girls

The average rating for How Schools Shortchange Girls based on 2 reviews is 3.5 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2019-01-28 00:00:00 Elizabeth Masterson well, she got seven months, at least. my beloved maggie succumbed to her cancer last night. going dark for a bit to mourn the best cat i ever knew. so, it turns out my baby has the cancer. and, like the girl in this book, she's been given six months. but what i learned from this book (no spoiler warning needed since the fact that this thing has sequels spoils it for you already), is that six months can easily turn into years if you drink enough watermelon milkshakes and have a plucky attitude. i mean, look at her - does this look like a cat with six months to live? it does NOT. april may be the cruelest month, but i'm not letting it take my cat. recognize. *********************************************** dear this article, yes, yes a million times yes! ! how many times did i read this book?? seven thousand is my best guess. from it, i learned that cancer can be cured with a watermelon milkshake and a positive attitude, which i think is still medically accurate. and i also learned that i will never be one who cries at books. (nor at FIOS movies) but that i still love this kind of grief porn like crazy. lurlene mcdaniel, you still rock my heart

Review # 2 was written on 2011-04-19 00:00:00 Niels Olsen My best friend read this when we were 12 and bought me a copy at her school library book sale. We were totally obsessed - and I can't, for the life of me, figure out why. But we would adapt it into impromptu plays on the stage of the old school I lived by, and talk about it for hours. In hindsight, it really is a wonder why I chose to love it so much, since it is not at all like anything I would enjoy reading now. Maybe it was a friendship loyalty things. Maybe I thought I should love it since Kendra loved it, because she was the big literary influence in my life (based on the [come to find out, fake] fact that she learned to read before me). In any case, books like this should have been banned, far and wide, from my bookshelf. As a chronic worry wart and unrelenting hypochondriac, this work of fiction gave me all the medical backing I needed to convince myself I had cancer whenever I had a headache that lasted more than 15 minutes or felt fatigued in the middle of the day. Turns out, those were just symptoms of an onset of my teenage years.