Norma Johnston was born in Ridgewood, New Jersey, USA, the only child of Marjorie (Pierce), a teacher and Charles Eugene Chambers Johnston, an engineer. She read voraciously--especially mysteries, to which her family was addicted. She was ducated at Ramsey public schools and Montclair State College, later studied acting at the American Theatre Wing and elsewhere, and received a teaching certificate from Montclair College. She was actress, director, designer, stylist, retailer, teacher, counselor, entrepreneur, preacher, editor, ... and in between all her other careers she was the author of more than 70 novels, mainly gothic romances for teens. She become a a full-time writer in 1973.
I discovered Norma Johnston the summer I was 20 and absolutely fell in love with her novels; the library had a huge collection of her work from the 70s. I remember being very, very excited when this one came out, because I hadn't realised she was still writing, and I know I really enjoyed it when I first read it.
This time around, it was all right, but not terribly satisfying. I felt like I could see the gap between her own experience of adolesence and the modern experience of it.
Found some of my sister's YA (before they were called YA) paperback books from classes she had to take so I figured I would read this but mostly it was really boring and surface level and I didn't care about anything that was happening.