I do not understand the low ratings on this wonderful book. Full disclosure though-Anna Quindlen is one of my favorite authors, and if she decided to re-write the dictionary, I would read every single word. This book so resonates with me. It takes place in the late 60’s, the main character, Maggie, is almost 13, so we are similar in age. She is part of a large Irish family, with a domineering patriarch, except for her own mother, Connie, who is Italian and feels she is an outsider. The story takes place during one summer, and Maggie is in the awkward, frightening time of a girl’s life where she feels her world is about to change-she is not a girl, but not grown, and she, and her family, and her extended family are going to go through some changes. I so remember the feelings this young girl has, so mixed, and trying to change some days, and trying not to, on other days. The rules are changing, and it is disconcerting.
There are great life lessons here, involving women’s issues, best friends turning traitorous, parents, birth, death, sex, marriage, beginnings and ends. One summer that is a microcosm of life. One line stands out to me: “And she could not bear to think of a different kind of life, a life where things went bad and fell apart all the time, in which people stepped over, trampled really, all the lines she had counted on to give order and shape to every day.” Oh my God, ladies, who does not remember that feeling?
Just a gorgeous, ruby red ripe apple of a book to take a bite out of. ❤️❤️