2020 review: Sam, Jules, Jack, and Rachel all go to the same private performance academy for teens, I realized upon one of my many rereads. Sam and Jules are semi-professional ballet dancers and have been since they were young children. Jack and Rachel are successful visual artists. It's not mentioned if they've been exhibited or had gallery openings yet. Teens and kids can. Private arts academies are competitive and students must perform to certain standards every semester so they can stay. This is hinted at.
I first read this book when it came out in 1998. IIRC, my aunt gave it to me. I'm--not sure why she thought a book about dancing or cancer would be a good fit for me. I hadn't started my own semi-professional career in youth musical theater yet, so I didn't have the scant background paired with the adoration and deep respect of dance I have today. I've never had cancer, knock wood. So I'm left to think she knew how much I'd treasure a story about intense friendship, and she trusted I'd be smart enough to read this book so young. The girls in this book are sixteen. I was nine. I was way above the reading level of my age group, so she was right on both counts.
The cover is elegant. It's one where two young women dance on a beach in Northern California at sunrise. It's had a profound impact on me. As an adult, I'm a sucker for book covers with sunrises on beaches. As a child, I didn't know about the concept of cover models, which is probably not what they're actually called. Models were often photographed for book covers. I'm not sure how widespread it is now, but it was common for a few decades. The young women dancing on the cover look to be in their early-to-mid 20s, way older than Sam and Jules, yet I've imagined them to be one and the same when I read this. It's quite a spectacular cover. The paperback I got as a child had feathered edges, so the pages were difficult to turn and I thought something was wrong with the book. The hardback copy I got as an adult has the wonderful cover and regular pages. I'm so pleased. This is a dual POV book, with the girls' names ostensibly handwritten every chapter change. If you look closely at the tops of each page, the handwritten motif continues, with a sun drawn near Sam's name, and a crescent moon drawn near Julie's. This is fantastic and such a simple touch. It connects to the times Sam and Jules refer to themselves as Sun and Moon since they are the same in height and weight, but different in complexion and hair texture. It's hinted several times that Sammie is white, but Julie isn't. This was profound for its time.
When I first reread this book as an adult, I gulped back tears and needed a hug. I was alone at the time and finished the book at ten at night or something, so instead I put on headphones and listened to 90s songs--my childhood--about death, plus sad love songs and maybe one happy one. As always, I understood the book entirely differently as an adult, and the messages so clearly resonated. They still do.
Sam and Jules have been best friends since they were nine and danced together in a recital, thus ending a brief animosity between the two due to competition that comes with the dance world. Now they are sixteen. Jules is trying to get over her asshole ex-boyfriend. Sam remains deeply affected by her father's horribly poor treatment of her after he cheated on her mother so he could become a dedicated husband and father to a new wife and baby. I hated those two whenever they were on the page. I do not care that they are probably cliches; I have seen real-life examples and considering how invested I am in Sam and Jules, of course I'm furious. Jack is a passive-aggressive boy. He cheated on Jules with Rachel for awhile and skillfully lied about it. Now they're inseparable. Ugh. I sided with Sam when she said her bit in the car and every time she talked poorly. My language would be a lot louder and more pointed. Jack never again speaks directly to Jules, instead bothering Sam regularly to do it for him. He acts so wounded that she won't do it, and she calls him on it regularly. I wouldn't be surprised if he whined about all the time Jules spent with Sam before he cheated. He acts like Sam and Jules are so cruel for not playing his childish games. Ew.
Sam's father is awful in an entirely different way: he can't stand to see her ever again, canceling left and right because of his new wife and daughter. He has the utter nerve to follow up one of his cancellations with, "Listen, when do I get to see you?" You're the one who just cancelled on her yet again, you fucking bastard, and -you act like Sammie canceled on you.- I fucking hate you. Sam's mother is also not amazing to me. The divorce was hard on her, and she got a new date, and acts not great to Sam. Sam's boyfriend Paul is a huge douchebag. I realize all these characters I don't like are devices to push Sam and Jules closer together, and to make William and Sandra shine in comparison. It's effective. Rosie was vaguely annoying since I don't like kids, but the times she was on the page, it was for a good reason. I thought Brooke's relationship to Sam was interesting. I liked Linda, too. The only man I felt attached to was William. Dr Jerestin is heading a huge scam. What immediately tipped me off was that the fake institute was pay what you will. I respected Dr Connor and was glad for her until she yelled at Sandra and Jules. They made what they thought was an educated choice at the time. Don't yell at them for being scammed.
I loved reading about dance, dance classes, and the effect it had on the girls' lives. I thought the scene with the psychic was interesting, especially how it factored in later. There were dozens of clues, some big but many subtle, that Sam and Jules were in love with each other. -That- was what I really connected with as a kid. I didn't have the words, but I knew I was queer. They both have boyfriends but so what. I could write more on it but I want to address Dr Connor again. I lost all respect for her and go through this every time I read the book, when she lied to Jules about her hair to get her back on chemo. I truly wonder if she lost her license or something. Still frustrates me.
Above all, what I recently noticed about the book is that while it follows cancer and its effects in broad strokes, it's still romanticized. I had to suspend a lot of medical disbelief when reading this, but do it every time. This is my favorite book, and it's sick lit. It's more than that, but still. A huge realization happened a few rereads ago: Jules could have had a heart condition instead. Her pacemaker could malfunction, or she could be on a transplant list and not make it, and everything would still fit. There's even a ballet with a lead character with a heart condition: "Giselle." While these girls are dancers, they don't talk about future dance plans in any solid way. I was a child actor and wow, did I have solid if un-reached goals. So I think about this.
I still love the book and am so glad it's part of my life.
A quick note on the movie: IT IS AWFUL. IT IS THE WORST ADAPTATION I HAVE EVER SEEN AND I FEEL SO BAD FOR THE AUTHOR. Stick to the book instead.