Dude.
The mEMORIES.
It was published in 2009!
2009! Can you believe that? 9 years ago. Geez Louise. The first time I read that was when I was 9 years old.
We had daily silent reading times right after lunch recess then with books borrowed (usually) from our teacher’s mini-library. This was the first book I picked out in 4th grade and lordy did I enjoy this. Obviously, I picked it out because of that cool cover (it brings back all the child summer vibes now :’0), but I still ended up enjoying the book a good deal. Pft as if I knew this was a sequel to the other book. And it’s not like I really cared about reading books in chronological order at that time (my reading experience was SPOILED because of that habit) so I just read it. I went searching for the first book the following week or so and never found it. Maybe the teacher just didn’t have it. Maybe some other kid always picked the book up before my turn. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I got it from the public library a while after
These books were always a favorite of mine because o m g it was about middle school!!! Middle school was always that remote place of my childhood dreams with the cliche popular crowds, cheerleading, football, lockers, moving classes, and *gasp* dating. I anticipated it as much as I feared it. Looking back now, however, high school was a much more fun shift that I should’ve freaked out about more. Maybe it was because I knew very few of the people at my high school whereas most of my elementary class went with me to the same middle school. Or the fact that my high school is a lot shadier than my pretty top notch public middle school (for the city). Anyways, middle school was that curious topic that never strayed too far from mind, especially approaching my last year of elementary.
The book was about *7th graders*. The middle of the middle! How much better could it get? Close enough to feel more relatable, but far enough so they actually know how to sail the seas of the school. Hell yes.
The beginning of the book starts out with a sleepover including the unpopular childhood friend and a bunch of popular (but meAN and lAME) ‘friends’. Yes. I live my unlived LIFE through books! Everything that I’ve always wanted and never could have are HERE to feed my hungry mind. I was never allowed to sleepover at a friend’s place as long as I lived under my parents’ roof. Too bad. But gossiping with other girls through the evening/night and doing those basic things like painting nails (wasn’t allowed that either) or doing hair (my hair wasn’t of interest to them and my friends’ hair were already done by their parents) or spin the bottle/truth or dare (happened in the first book and obviously that never happened either). My little heart yearned for these things so badly.
It rolls through the book with unexpected friendships, a disregarded one, music, and, of courseee, boys! Squeal! Most of these struck close to my heart, more so as I grew up and reread this book.
Forgotten friendships were especially big for me during 4th grade, a rougher patch, after my close friends transferred schools or moved houses. I was left with my longer term friend that I didn’t really hang out with and was friends with the popular kids (although I don’t think she was quite part of the popular crowd herself). She and another friend (who would constantly shift between the popular crowd and others like mee) would form our trio group, but I was always the third wheeler, left out pretty often as they paired together first. We grew past that rough patch, but it left me really lonely. Not to mention the friendships that would weaken as we grew up and found new people we liked better. Still happens, still breaks my heart every time.
Unexpected friendships would come in 5th grade, middle school, and high school. I didn’t appreciate it as much during the time I first read the book, but I adore the style of Flannery and Rhetta. They have an edgier look and THE GUITAR! Super badass accompanied by the boots. Rockers became more attractive to me during high school when I also got my first pair of boots that weren’t just fuzzy warm winter ones (similar to uggs). I don’t play the guitar, too bad, but drifted to a more edgy style (as much as I could with my parents’ strict decisions of what I could wear). Friends that would sometimes be closer to the popular crowd, the ‘nobodies’ (if we stick to cliches), and the ‘bad news’ people. The ones that would make me feel happy again, as opposed to the ones I should’ve stuck closer to.
Music is something that’s very very close to my heart because why would I do without it? I went through a bunch of phases of country, pop, hip-hop, rap, movie soundtracks, kid music from stuff like Disney shows and movies, kpop, alternative, rock, metal, indie, edm, older music, etc. Music is what defines me. All the meaningful lyrics and jams that I chill or bop to. The place of comfort I’d go to seek solace after emotional outbursts of puberty. The place I hide behind when I don’t want to show my true feelings or interact with others. A lot of what goes through my mind consists of song lyrics or tunes or memories brought by music. Nostalgia. Lots of things are related to music for me and I adore it. During the time of first reading it, I probably wouldn’t have appreciated the music they enjoyed and played as much as I would now that my music taste has expanded and matured. Guitars are soo cool. Radio stations are underrated now, but they, also, are the jams.
Boys? God, don’t remind me. Growing up, there’s an ever growing pressure of finding some guy to spend the rest of my life with or at least to hold the position of a boyfriend. Even if you’re not straight. The hormones trigger this intense interest with boys (or most of the time the opposite gender) and all that they do. Matthew, was it? Jeepers, hE is hOT. Is it wrong that I have a thing for poetic musical souls? The ones that don’t obsess over their appearance (namely hair) as much or flaunt their muscles? Nevermind that he’s younger than me. He sounds much more mature than the boys I’m surrounded by daily. Okay, scratch that. More mature than my middle schooler peers ever were. And like half of the boys surrounding me in my classes. Guitar playing? Talent. Writing songs? TALENT. Concerts? TALENG TNEKFJEKKD. He’s kind hearted and deep and just slightly filled with angst (hahahahahahah iWish). He has that image and personality that I love. I’m reminded by people like Luka from Miraculous Ladybug and Eden, also known as Jonathon Ng (you should go check him out if you haven’t already). Attractionnnnn. (He made a cool cover of Billie Jean if you need any recommendations)
Cheerleaders? Omg tell me about it, I’ve always wanted to be one, but the actual cheerleaders are intimidating as they are....not the type of people I’d prefer to hang out with. And the skirts are so short so no.
Student government? YES MARYLIN YOU ARE STANDING UP FOR YOURSELF. THIS GIRL IS GROWING HER BACKBONE ALONG WOTH THE ADORABLE BY DORKY SOON TO BE BOYFRIEND, BENJAMIN. Not my type, but still cute.
Flannery and Rhetta, I love you guys so so much. You deserve so much more (at least during this book). Your badassery will be rewarded.
And so the end, classic holiday spirits, (hey, look it’s a little more than a day after Christmas rn!) which is all cozy and sweet and family and ugh my heart is melting. Matthew and Flannery and Kate and Petey (we need more Petey) and Marylin coming out like that really took the spot for me. So sweet. God.
Am I done? Not quite.
So recap
After going through a slightly disturbing book about a psycho kid who shoots up his school, I move to this junior fiction book of sweet memories.
I had no shame going into the children’s section to retrieve this book.
So many memories were revived through these books and my heart aches with the memories that are no longer present and the childhood bliss of endless summer days. Now stress creeps in and it is not pretty. Nostalgia is very real.
These books remind me of that series by Lauren Myracle or something that has books about a girl Winnie, each book documenting a different year of her life from years 10 to 14. I’m too old for that now, but the aching heart still remains with tears. My life didn’t come out exactly how I wanted like in those books and movies, but nevertheless, perfect. #singlepringlelife
The only reason I docked a star was because at times, the characters seemed to be too young to be 12 years old. The way the author wrote of their thoughts or actions seemed to young to be authentic. I was 12 and tbh, I felt my thoughts were much more mature and complex than those shown here. Oh and the heavy amount of cliches that I love but hate. Sometimes irrelevant.
But otherwise.
Nothing but love and tears.
Bittersweet.