All her life, Imogene has been known as the girl on THAT blog.
Imogene's mother has been writing an incredibly embarrassing, and incredibly popular, blog about her since before she was born. Hundreds of thousands of perfect strangers knew when Imogene had her first period. Imogene's crush saw her "before and after" orthodontia photos. But Imogene is fifteen now, and her mother is still blogging about her, in gruesome detail, against her will.
When a mandatory school project compels Imogene to start her own blog, Imogene is reluctant to expose even more of her life online...until she realizes that the project is the opportunity she's been waiting for to tell the truth about her life under the virtual microscope and to define herself for the first time.
Don't Call Me Baby is a sharply observed and irrepressibly charming story about mothers and daughters, best friends and first crushes, and the surface-level identities we show the world online and the truth you can see only in real life.
I don’t have much to say about Don’t Call Me Baby. It was a dull book filled with boring characters, and I felt no connection to it at all. I spent the whole time as I was reading waiting for it to be over, because it didn’t have any impact on me.
The basic premise is that Imogene’s mother is a Mummy Blogger, who has been chronicling Imogene’s life since she was conceived. She’s a successful enough blogger that this has become her job and career, but Imogene isn’t happy with this invasion of privacy. Imogene and her best friend create their own blog which is used to counteract their mothers’ blogs and give their side of the story.