She was born on July 29, She was born in Toronto, Canada. Raised by her parents Shaila and Ken Gottlieb, she has a brother and sister. Harrison attended a Hebrew school until the ninth grade when she went to Forest Hill Collegiate, a public high school.
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If you were a middle school girl in the mid-aughts, odds are you know about the Clique books by Lisi Harrison. But you may not remember the intense, Hunger Games—style spinoff: Alphas. For those unfamiliar, the central character in The Clique, Massie Block, ruled her Octavian Country Day school with her four best friends or betas, as she so kindly referred to them by her side.
It was essentially the PG version of Gossip Girl. In this series, she is whisked away from her home in Westchester, New York to a private -shaped island in the middle of the Mojave Desert created and run by a woman named Shira Brazille.
Shira was an eccentric Australian billionaire who wanted to cultivate the next generation of Alpha females. Suddenly, classic middle-school drama had a sci-fi, Survivor bent to it. I may not have identified with Massie, but as a tween overachiever or at least a tween very interested in over-achieving I was grimly fascinated by the terrifying boarding school where Shira would one-by-one publicly expel the girls until one true alpha remained.
The book never really explained how she made her fortune. One hundred girls were chosen to attend her academy from the United States, ranging from elusive songwriters to tween National Geographic journalists.
Skye, selected for her prowess as a ballerina, quickly learned that she was a small fish in a big, -shaped pond. The plot focused on how the girls would balance their rigorous schedules with their desire to date one of the Brazille boys.
The academy was fabulous but evil, to steal a line from Mean Girls. Skye and the other dancers practiced for nine hours a day in a glass studio that everyone else on campus could see into. The journalism majors had a fake tornado and hurricane studio to practice reporting from disaster zones. The writers had to deal with the torture of watching their stories play out in animated graphics in front of them.
I became fascinated with its intensity and rigor, in the same way that other teens and tweens fantasized about getting into Harvard or Yale. If there was a genuine upside to these books, it was that they created a world that I could seemingly see myself fitting into, in the same way that Harry Potter stans sort themselves into houses. I loved the school because I felt like it was a place that I — a nerd who was also obsessed with bright, shiny things — could actually belong in some way.
I liked reading about exceptional women, and I still do. But I never fully stopped thinking about it over the years: Alphas has long been an invisible, fantastical motivating force for me.
It was so bizarre, implausible, and just impossible for various environmental factors — and I could do it, if it were real! It was an invisible — and useless — ideal to hold myself up to. Which was perfect because I would never be asked to prove it.
Books by Lisi Harrison
Personal life[ edit ] Lisi Harrison was born and raised by her parents Ken Gottlieb and Shaila Gottlieb in Toronto along with her brother and sister. Harrison makes reference to her parents by dedicating her first "Clique" book to them, and she references her siblings in A Tale Of Two Pretties. Harrison attended a Hebrew school up until she was in ninth grade, then she attended a public high school, Forest Hill Collegiate. She was studying for a film major but left the school two years later realizing writing was her true passion. She transferred to Emerson College in Boston, Massachusetts to continue her writing.
I am now officially dumber for having read this epic fail of a book. Seriously, what the fuck is the draw? The vapid, pea-brained little girls are as shallow as dried puddles with nothing more going for them than good feet and great ideas. Yeah sweethearts, feet can break and ideas are dimes a dozen.