Clique

You may be shocked to learn that I, Omnia Clepe, Geek Girl Extraordinaire What Knows All The Nerd, was once a fangirl (and I use that lovely word with disgust, in this case) of the pre-teen epic series The Clique. But that was the past! Yes, a past in which I had not yet discovered my identity as a proud geek.

Now imagine a glorious summer day, me curled up under a large oak tree with my pink bookbag (Which I still use, thank you very much!), reading from one of the books in The Clique Summer Collection. How that image disgusts me.

I feel completely justified in calling it an epic. Do you know how many fricken books are in that series? 20, including the Summer Collection! Twenty books devoted to the trials and tribulations of middle school, as seen through the eyes of the Libby, Massie Block, and her Girl Posse. And, yes, those chronically backstabbing, boy- and fashion-obsessed prima donnas are in seventh grade. I think I'm gonna call serious bull on that one. What planet are they living on, anyway? I swear, the series should be a scenario in some sort of weird Lotus-Eater Machine. And I never really got a satisfactory answer as to why Everyone Hates Layne, other than she was slightly annoying to the Pretty Committee and didn't wear shiny shiny name-brand clothing. I rather liked her, in fact.

Honestly, I don't know what I ever saw in the series. Bile fascination, I suppose?

Fun Facts:

The Clique also refers to a group of Victorian artists, including Richard Dadd, Augustus Egg, Alfred Elmore, William Powell Frith, and a host of other silly names. Fascinating, innit?

One of the major ships in the series is styled "Clam" for Claire/Cam. Which leads to me want to shout, "Stay away from Clamburg!" while reading the TV Tropes page.

"Hi…don't care!"