The ending sort of saved this novel for me. I was well on my way to hating Frankie (and wishing the novel had been about her far more interesting sister instead) when it hit me that I probably shouldn't like Frankie. She claims her intention was to become an equal with these senior boys, but she just spends the entire novel obsessing over them and their opinions of her. Even the last interactions we see are Frankie, once again, talking to these boys, trying to make an impact. The reader shouldn't want to be Frankie. The reader shouldn't want to be some girl who blatantly ignores and writes off all the females in her life, and spends her time overly concerned about a bunch of (presumably) white, rich boys who have an exclusive club. There has to be a better way to invoke the social change Frankie craved (although there was so little evidence that she wanted social change at all, it just sort of felt slopped together).

Maybe I would've liked it more if I hadn't been so irritated with the prose and the somewhat inconsistencies in Frankie's character.