This is my last Monica Wood book to read, except for the novella, A Woman in a Million, which doesn't seem to be available right now. Amazingly, this one is the least autobiographical and it's her debut! Very surprising. I was astonished when I started it, it seemed so unlike Monica Wood. Nevertheless, it drew me in, and while kind of depressing and definitely sad, I had to keep reading and find out how things turned out.
I came from a happy childhood, where I was taken care of and valued. So it has been hard for me to learn how much childhoods affect people in later life, but books like this one teach me, and I find it sort of appalling how much responsibility rests on parents. And ANYONE can be a parent, fit or not! It's totally Russian roulette whether you will get a good parent or not, and voila, your life is either off to a good start or nearly ruined.
This book is about two sisters, the daughters of self-absorbed actors. They are totally neglected, almost criminally so. Certainly emotionally. One of the girls comments that she feels angry, and I noted that in my mother's 12 yr old diary, that I read an undercurrent of anger. When asked, she said, "I know, I remember asking myself, Why do I feel so angry all the time?" The answer was that HER parents neglected her. They were a totally different situation than the actors in the story, certainly poorer, but they were in survival mode and didn't think about their children. While lavishly telling my mother they loved her so much, they never, in actuality, showed that. They never made sure she had meals, they never took her to the hospital after a bad fall and concussion, they never read her schoolwork, or her A+ writing, they never planned for her future, they never were interested in hearing what she thought, they never encouraged her talents. She was there to serve. Thank goodness, she didn't follow in her mother's footsteps with us! But it certainly affected her.
This story is my least favorite of all the Monica Woods, but it certainly has merit. It has a reasonably good ending. I was surprised all the way thru that it was Faith, the quiet, emotionally unavailable one that ended up marrying such a good man and having good boys, and Connie, the popular one, who ended up alone.
If you haven't read Monica Wood, who rivals Elizabeth Strout in my book, then please do! Start with When We Were the Kennedys, her memoir! It's genius!