At 14 - Jean "Stevie" Stevenson got her first AA cup, wanted to be cool, learnt about 'peeing' with a boyfriend, graduated from elementary school and off her grandma's soft comfy lap, wore fishnet socks, got her period, and furthur embarked on a discovery of her sexuality vs. affection with the school nurse.
These are probably timeless growing pains, but April Sinclair also weaves in this novel the issues of social, political and sexual revolutions of the 1960s Chicago. It had the usual bits about life in high-school, church, family issues, working-class pride, etc. but it was also interesting to read about: how the grades ranged if you were browner than the shade of a paper bag, or of how wearing your hair natural in an 'fro could make a political/social statement, and why everyone scrambled to watch when a black person made it on tv.
It had some slang words, but contextually easy to digest, for shore, if ya noe wat ah meean, bitch. Story was well executed, characters quite well developed, bar the few passing ex boyfriends she had. Irritated that it ended with a cliffhanger, but I guess April Sinclair left the rest out to signify the possiblities and opportunities that Stevie could have to the ending of this story.
Not particularly life-changing, but this almost made me wish I could write my own story at 14 and imagine the possiblities and the opportunities I could've had myself. Almost like a story about hope. (Except it's fiction. :P So shoot me, kill a cynic today. But - 'The cynics are right nine times out of ten.' -- HL Mencken. Heh.) graceshu # 1:37 PM