This is the book that taught me the word "rue". (As in, "You must rue the day you met me!") For some reason this one has stuck in my mind over the years, and so I wanted to give it another read, see how it holds up.
It's... fine. The girls are a bit catty and constantly talk about boys and think that their friend shouldn't sing about being pretty because they don't think she's, well, pretty. (?!!) But the main character learns to be more accepting and open-minded as the story progresses, so I guess that was kind of the point.
I can't really say whether the character-writing rings true, since I was not the type of middle-schooler to sigh dreamily about cute boys, or watch soap operas, or spend an hour and a half choosing what to wear. (I can't even imagine! I care a LOT more about clothes now than I ever did as a kid, and I still dress for work in 5 minutes! Lol) Perhaps young people like this exist. I hope they do. It seems like a mellow childhood. But I can't speak to it.
I think the reason I liked this book was because I identified with and liked Sarah. (In fact, she was the only thing I remembered about the book. That she says, "You must rue the day you met me!", and that she doesn't have blonde hair.)
Anyway, I've been thinking about this book for years. I'm glad I finally got the chance to reread it. It was... fine. (But I'm still changing my nostalgia-soaked four-star rating to an ever so slightly more tempered three-star.)