It's been over a week since I finished, and I can't stop thinking about this book. I suspect it'll be a long while before I forget it.
Here's the setup: Travis Hollister, just turned 12, is sent to his father's backwater North Florida hometown to spend the summer of 1959 with grandparents he's met only once and long ago, while his mother recovers from a mental breakdown. There, he meets 16-year-old Delia, fun-loving and high-spirited. They need each other equally, and as they cruise around town to a soundtrack of bubblegum rock 'n' roll, they become best friends, confidantes, and eventually fall in love. One problem: Delia is Travis's aunt.
Wait! This is not a book about a preteen who has sex with his aunt, although that does happen. In order to make most readers not throw the book down and run screaming from the idea, Watson brings us along slowly, because he knows we have to fall in love with Delia too. And we do: if you were Travis--shy, lonely, an outsider--you'd have no other choice than to be dazzled by her. She's the archetypal teenage girl too smart and sassy for her own good and the smothering small-town she lives in, with all its petty gossip and staunch belief in doing things the way they've always been done. She's full of mischief and sweetness, but thunderstorms make her cry with secret sorrow that Travis, confused even by the flirtatious flight attendant on the trip down, can't begin to understand--yet.
As the daughter of the sheriff, Delia occupies a certain social standing, and is expected to have certain friends and date certain boys. But she appears torn between the son of the town's biggest tycoon, and a poor dropout gearhead who hides his brains behind a James Dean pose complete with leather jacket and street-rod. Both boys obsess over her, each coming close to stalking her. This is how she and Travis are observed skinny-dipping, and then things really get dark.
As Delia's own drama plays out, we watch Travis go from a gentle, sensitive kid cowering from his hillbilly-trash neighbors in Omaha, to a furious avenging angel determined to do whatever it takes to protect Delia from her two admirers who would use her affection for Travis (still mostly innocent) to blackmail her for sex. Travis's transformation is slow but stark, as he starts the summer seeming much younger than 12, and finishes it far older. The final showdown in Chapter 37 is harrowing enough, but Chapter 38, which functions as an epilogue, is perhaps even more shocking and dismaying.
This is one of those books where surprise isn't the point. You might be expecting what happens, and you might not. It's the getting there that is the heart of the story. I don't consider myself any more shrewd than the average book-bear, but I figured out Delia's dark secret well before it was revealed, and when Travis wakes up with a monster (wink, wink) after snuggling through a thunderstorm with Delia, I suspected the inevitable. But Watson ratchets up the dread almost too slowly to notice. Although it's not a long book, and mostly spans three months, it's not what you might call fast-paced, but even so, it holds you the whole way.
The '50's nuances are mostly pitch-perfect, if somewhat stereotypical. I always like when an author provides a soundtrack for the action, and Watson's playlist is mostly bang-on. My figuring (aided by the Billboard Book of Top 40 Hits) puts the book in 1959, which makes the inclusion of Ben E. King's immortal "Stand By Me" a bit incongruous, as the song was still two years in the future. But as Travis stands beside Delia's bed, wanting to comfort her but no longer sure how, no other song could be playing. Deal with it. Also, not sure if teenagers used the word "dork" in 1959.
As a side note, jump the whole story 30 years ahead, and I can hear echoes of Guns n' Roses--"Sweet Child o' Mine" going out over the dedication line from Delia to Travis, and the secon half of "Rocket Queen" coming back. Also, I think Travis and Delia have a little Queensryche in their future, namely "Breaking The Silence" and "I Don't Believe In Love."