Therapy - how people used to work through problems before Facebook existed. Nowadays people tend to talk about how much their life sucks on a social network until enough people pop in to console them. Ruby has a therapist, half the world has a Facebook, and I just have Goodreads.Reviewing as therapy : Everything you absolutely didn't want to know about my life made available for you to read about in print.This book made me feel a little bit disturbed about my own high school existence. The end notes at the end of the book had the author relaying this - In high school, I used to keep a list of all the boys I ever kissed. There were little hearts dotting the is and everything!I so can't relate to that. Unless there was a book for how many times you'd cut class to go drinking or hook up with a guy. If that was the case, I could have filled a few books (on cutting, not hook-ups. I didn't actually hook up quite enough times to fill volumes or anything).It's all too possible that my now-fading memories of high school are much more badass than reality actually was but for the most part, my life in high school was much more like Perfect Chemistry than it was Ruby Oliver's life. I didn't have cutesy friends who pondered things like boob grabbing and such. That said, I do applaud the author for trying to portray the thought process of girls. Even though I couldn't personally relate to the majority of the book, it was a fun and cute read. The scenes with Ruby's parents were funny because my parents have had some of those "moments."This book also makes me wonder what it would have been like if I was parenting girls instead of boys. This is exactly how a conversation would go in my house between my husband and teen son :In fact, I can positively say that this exact conversation has happened before. I honestly don't think Ruby Oliver was ever going to have this conversation with her parents!I came back to add more to my review after realizing that all I did was talk about myself and not the book. It's as if I was channeling a Ruby-esque therapy session. Something else that also popped into my head tonight is that maybe I honestly can relate more to Ruby than I'd originally thought. If anything, I probably act more like a teenager now than I did when I was actually a teen. At this stage in my life, there's less to be afraid of and if I'm caught dotting some letters with hearts, who cares? I really should get back into letter writing...talk about a lost art form. Yes, rambling is my weapon of choice today. What can I say about the book itself? It's quirky. The footnotes are hilarious. Normally, books written in alternate formats such as letter, diary, etc. are a deterrent for me. I thought the use of a therapist format in this book was creative. I have no clue how book 2 is going to go...if it follows the same pattern or not. We shall see.Ruby is a character :~ I say, thirteen is too many dogs for good mental health. Five is pretty much the limit. More than five dogs and you forfeit your right to call yourself entirely sane.~ All the grownups laughed when I said the bunny's name was Cox and I didn't understand why.