Next up is book number 75
Fifteen by Beverly Cleary
In order to honestly review this book I need to time travel into 1973, when I was fifteen myself. Turning to the wayback machine...
brrr...beep beep...nonny nonny boo....
Nope. Still don't like it.
There were two good parts. A passage near the end when she decided to quit trying to be someone she wasn't and just be herself. Myself, me, Jane, is who I want to be! I had to applaud. I'd never seen that theme so well captured and followed through to a satisfying conclusion.
The second part wasn't exactly in the book, rather, it was in me. The girl in the book reminded me of someone I once used to be. I used to be the sort of girl who would rescue flies that a bratty little kid had trapped in snapdragons. I haven't been that little girl in a long, long time...but once upon a time, I was.
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