This is a book about teenage bullying.
But, wait, don't stop there.
It's really just a book about life as a teenager in a small Southern town. Period. I've been a teenager in a small Southern town. This could be my life (OK, fine, I haven't been a teenager for decades.). It's not a sermon on bullying. It's just a slice of life in a particular time in a particular place, I think. And that's the genius of it....because I walked away not really knowing how I would have felt at sixteen and not even knowing I feel at forty-something.
Carolyn Lessing has moved from New Jersey (and not just New Jersey, but a cool private school that has its own entry on Urban Dictionary, so awesome New Jersey) to Adamsville, Alabama. They may call it "Adamasville". I called it "Tazewell, Virginia" and there are thousands of towns just like it....and if you lived in one, you knew it, "in Adamsville, we didn't pray that we'd graduate, that we'd get along, that we'd get good jobs or get into Ivy League schools. We didn't pray that some of us would manage to get out of here, that some of us might have a life outside of this town. We prayed for our football team, that they'd go undefeated, that we would get to State. That we would win." and note that said prayer is given by the Baptist minister and the church most people go to at a school event, not at church on Sunday (this was so common place so as to be unremarkable). Oh, and the HEAT. I'll be the first to admit that Virginia isn't Alabama, but the inland South is hot and humid in the summer. It's so oppressive sometimes you can't think about much else. Also, the drinking in the South....I can't speak for everyone, but, much like our narrator and her friends, I started drinking regularly at about age 13. I had no idea that was unusual until I went away to college. And the million little things, like the consideration of what to wear on the first day of school, and making fun of the clothing the faculty wore (which makes me so ashamed now). It all came so alive for me again And, again, if you lived there, you'd know.
So Carolyn arrives, with her cool clothes, great makeup and style such that Adamsville has never seen anything like her. She's incredibly beautiful so the school's elite, the football players and cheerleaders immediately take to her, but Carolyn makes a horrible error....in a town where everyone has known each other since nursery school there are couples that have been together forever. They are untouchable property. And Shane, who belongs to Brooke, falls for Carolyn, leading to massive hatred from Brooke and best friend, Gemma and, in some ways, but, interestingly enough not in some others infects the whole school.
Shane, Brooke, Gemma and even newly arrived Carolyn are part of the school's elite, the football players (where football is king and every other sport is an also ran) and the cheerleaders are queens. Our unnamed narrator and her friends are also-rans, wanna-bes. Members of the swim team. They used to be friends with the popular Taylor, but that was back in grade school before Taylor got pretty and became a cheerleader. Now Taylor pretends not to know them, but there are also a few hints that there may be even a lower social caste that our narrator and her friends don't speak to either. This isn't presented as anything special...it's just the way life works. It's high school. And most of these kids will go to the local community college, or maybe Alabama or Auburn if they are strivers, but, most likely, will return to Adamsville to raise their families. Substitute "Virginia and Virginia Tech in that last sentence and, again, my life.
We know from foreshadowing that this isn't going to work out well for Carolyn, but we're not sure what's going to happen, or why. And what may be surprising is the degree to which so many of the Adamsville students, even the ones who truly like her, like the narrator and her friends, are complicit, in small ways, in bringing her down. Part of it is just wanting to know her better, to understand how someone so different can exist. Another interesting tool Bannan employs are intermittent breaks in the chronological action with Facebook posts by the students (these bothered me a bit - do parents, especially parents like the Reverend Davies, really not monitor kids' internet activity?), as well as newspaper articles, PTA minutes and faculty reports, so we get some view from adults as well as from the teens.
And in the end....who is to blame? As I said, it's hard to know. So many people share so responsibility that it's difficult to find just a handful to punish (although a number are). This was just so well done, I can't say enough good things about it - there are no easy answers, but there shouldn't be. Congratulations to Bannan - I hope she finds I wide readership.