Titles I've written about:
Wuthering High (2006):
It isn't a Great Work of Literature. But it's a clever premise, it's very readable, Miranda and her friends are likable and their interaction with the teachers—especially when The Secret Is Out and the teachers start bitching about the kids knowing the classics from movies rather than books—is often hilarious. And, wow. Just wait until you find out who the Big Bad is. So, overall, it's very, very fun, like a B-movie version of the Jasper Fforde books.
The Scarlet Letterman (2007):
I like this Heathcliff. He's got all of the smoldering passion and romance without being a total assface.
Moby Clique (2008):
Lindsay is so very unlikeable that I'd have been comfortable if she'd died in one of Skeleton Island's many OSHA-unapproved pit-traps. Her about-face into niceness at the end didn't convince me that she was a worthwhile human being. SERIOUSLY. I hated her. SHE'S AWFUL. Only redeeming moment: When she calls Heathcliff "Mr. Grumpy Pants". TO HIS FACE.
A Tale of Two Proms (2011):
The series ends somewhat suddenly (for the characters and the readers), but there are plenty of geeky delights, meta-moments, and clever twists along the way.