Wide-eyed, innocent Shelley: she is much beloved and carefully raised by parents who were young during the Great Depression. Oregon is Shelley's home state. Shelley is 16 years old and an only child. She receives an invitation, from her mother's college roommate, to spend two high school semesters in a small farm town in California!
Shelley is amazed and charmed by the warmth, the dryness, and the smell of fruit and flowers that grow year-round in California. She vows to never wear the galoshes that her mother so carefully packed for her, while thinking of the chilly, frequent rain in Oregon.
The catalyst that made Shelley make her trip from Oregon to California, is that Shelley desired to buy a yellow slicker, the way the "popular" girls at school were currently doing. And she planned to repair any tears in the slicker with tape, and she wanted to ask all the "right" people to write their signatures on to the slicker.
Shelley's mother, completely ignoring Shelley's wish, purchases a sweet little pink raincoat and matching hat. Oh, the agony!
In rebellion, Shelley grabs a bunch of roses, that her mother had specially chosen for a dining room centerpiece, and Shelley grinds up those roses in the kitchen garbage disposal.
The girl regrets this for the entire book. And she regrets her ingratitude for the raincoat.
This here is the sneaky theme in the book: Mothers and Daughters. Beverly Cleary wrote this book for young white women, of age during the late 1950s onwards, and she provides a group of very nice boys who take Shelley on dates. Young readers focus on the dates, on the surface, but the big issue is mother-daughter conflict-resolution, I'm fairly certain.
Poor Shelley is easily misled. She believes herself to be Not Very Bright. She is pleased to be seen with the "Right" sorts of people. She loves having a "popular" status.
I read this book more than a few times when I was young in the 1990s. I knew the book was outdated then, but it was a comfort read. I liked reading about the dates, and about Shelley being pleased about her popularity.
Reading this while an adult, I have become vaguely horrified at the dating norms of the polite classes back in the Boomer generation. It seems like Shelley was not allowed out of doors on Saturday nights, unless she had a date with a "nice" boy. Was she not allowed to socialize with friends? Did girls not hang out in groups together? Were girls only friends, just as long as they didn't steal boys away from each other?
And, as far as boys went, do you REALLY want to date a boy who, when asked about girls, reportedly responds: "Girls? Never heard of 'em." ??? Just because he's a "tall," blond basketball player, this guy is desirable. Meanwhile, feel free to totally ignore the kindhearted, funny guy who enjoys crossword puzzles and brings picnic lunches to you. Oh, Shelley! You have some lessons to learn.
But at any rate, I am so very glad that she has enjoyed her school year in California. She has learned that her mom loves her very much, and that all moms really try as hard as they can to raise their daughters well. So many arguments arise between moms and daughters, and as Shelley realizes, "no one really wins." It's difficult.
However, with this realization, what will come in Shelley's future? She will probably decide on a brief college education, swiftly followed by a husband and children. Her sole bright moment in life might perhaps be her year of being 16 in California. But I hope that her life receives more bright moments. She's a sweet girl. Kinda shallow. But sweet.