Oh! How to review this book! In many ways, I approached it with no expectations and a series of warnings from Hope.
I did not expect to like the ending.
I was prepared to get irritated with Mandie.
I knew I was going to be frustrated with Mandie's behavior towards Joe.
I was informed there was, like, no mystery.
And, in many ways, I got exactly that. I found Mandie to be whiny, obnoxious, and very often rude. I was irritated with her behavior (I don't recall it being so bad in the other books). The book clearly sets up for a sequal (or at least attempts too - sadness that we'll never find out what happens) and I felt bad for Joe, whose only problem is only that he has known Mandie her whole life (thus, she doesn't like considering him) And, yes, the ending irritated me. As a whole, the book was put together badly. Characters go from one scene to the next with minimal interaction, and no point. Whole chapters on "Thanksgiving" or "Christmas" break, great opportunities for some dialouge, are simply a way to re-introduce characters. And SERIOUSLY - are Elizabeth and John Shaw nuts? Letting Mandie name their kids....Carol and Carl? I have nothing against those names...but somehow, I found that entire scene was lacking as if a second grader had written it. Though Leppard repeatedly mentions that you would never talk about a lady's pregnancy...Mrs. Shaw sure had those kids fast.
All that said, and a whole lot left unsaid, I experienced an emotion reading the book that I entirely did not expect. It was excitment. Joy, even. Pleasure. Satisfaction. From the age of 7 to maybe as old as 12, Mandie was my heroine. I read every book in the series and sometimes re-read them. I faithfully remembered every character. I kept a running tally of every guy Mandie might end up with (rooting for Joe, of course). I even named every white cat (from stuffed animals to figurines) Snowball!
But time passes....I'm now 'grown up.' Characters fade into shadowed memories...until I picked up the book again. And with those beginning words..."I must remind myself that I am now a young lady entering collge..." I'm transported - not to my childhood, for that is a world I have yet to completely leave - but to a world I haven't entered in many years, a world where nothing can touch me and everything will work out. I don't know if that makes sense. It was like meeting an old friend you've almsot forgotten...and suddenly remembering how much fun you've had together. Being able to 'get the gang together' and read about Mandie, Joe, Jonathan, Celia, Sallie....April Snow...Robert, Tommy, and Adrian (who, btw, I have almost no memory of) was like a sweet home coming.
I am truly sorry there won't be any more books. I don't know if I expressed it right...what its like to read Mandie again. Its kind of like what Cornelia Funke says in Inkheart,
"Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said..."As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar."
There are differences, of course. I'd never read Mandie's College days before, but its the same principle. Going back to the series.
Finally, I just want to end with a quote by Cornelia Funke. I know I'm not the only one that will mourn the loss of Lois Gladys Leppard, even if this particular plot was...eh...uninspiring She still wrote a series that charmed girls of all ages. Mandie may be currently stuck in college....but she'll never 'die' as long as she holds her place in the hearts like mine.
"Stories never really end...even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page." (Inkheart)