I wanted to slap every man in this book at least once, except for Rosie's dad who is a stellar human being and supports his daughter quietly and with a lot of love. Then I wanted to hug all the women. My first instinct is to tell them it will get better, but then I looked around me at all the news recently and my own history, and I know that it doesn't. Or at least, not enough. SOME things have improved, but not as much as they should have, and other things haven't improved at all.
This book made me think a lot about how difficult it must have been for those women to be placeholders, only holding down the jobs (and doing them well) until the men came back from the war to take their "rightful" place. How demoralizing and patronizing it all must have been, for everyone to think that you only existed to support a man and a family, and that you couldn't possibly want to work or accomplish anything else.
Gah. These things being said, I enjoyed the book quite a bit. I enjoyed Rosie's character development, and her thought processes. Every time she discovered that she could accomplish something on her own, I delighted and celebrated with her. She tried so hard to be true to herself, while also being true to those who supported her; she was never going to be able to make everyone happy, but she tried. Also, I adore Jean-Marie. In some ways, the innocence of society then made it easier for "sporty" girls and "lifelong bachelors" to spend time with each other, but how crushing to never be able to publicly declare themselves. And Ruby's family was just awful.