<p>PLEASE READ THIS! MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!</p><p>Okay, maybe that was a bit melodramatic, but I'm sorry, I'm feeling a bit melodramatic at the moment. </p><p>Here's the deal. My name is Brooklyn Pierce, I'm fifteen years old, and I am decisionally challenged. Seriously, I can't remember the last <i>good </i>decision I made. I can remember <i>plenty </i>of crappy ones though. Including that party I threw when my parents were out of town that <i>accidentally </i>burned down a model home. Yeah, not my finest moment, for sure. </p><p>But see, that's why I started a blog. To enlist readers to make my decisions for me. That's right. I gave up. Threw in the towel. I let someone else decide which book I read for English. And whether or not I accepted an invitation to join the debate team from that cute-in-a-dorky-sort-of-way guy who gave me the Heimlich maneuver in the cafeteria. (Note to self: <i>chew</i> the melon before swallowing it.) I even let them decide who I dated! </p><p>Well, it turns out there are some things in life you simply can't choose or have chosen for you -- like who you fall in love with. And now everything's more screwed up than ever. </p><p>But don't take my word for it. Read <i>My Life Undecided </i>by Jessica Brody and decide for yourself. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll scream in frustration. Or maybe that's just me. After all, it's <i>my</i> life.</p>
