The young adult novel from the 40s or 50s is quite possibly my favorite genre, if only because it describes a wholesome world that never existed and never will, although there was a time when I thought it did. I first read this book when I was 10 or 11 and it was already incredibly dated then, although I didn’t know it at the time. Tobey Hayden is 16-years-old and lives with her parents, her 10-year-old sister Midge (Midge!), her 20-year-old engaged sister Alicia, and her 24-year-old married sister Janet, who’s staying with the family temporarily with her infant son Toots (Toots!) while her engineer husband is working in South America. Tobey has a boyfriend named Brose (short for Ambrose, rhymes with “gross”), although he’s never referred to as her boyfriend, despite her having agreed to wear his class ring when he gets it the following year. As near as I can tell, wearing a class ring back then meant you were pre-engaged, and for a 16- or 17-year-old this seems a little premature; then again, these are kids who think Janet, at 24, is upset about being so old and having all her best days behind her, so I guess they want to get these things pinned down before they leave their teens and enter the pre rigor mortis period of their lives.
Tobey and her friends, which include boys named Itchy and Sox (Itchy and Sox!) go to dances, eat hamburgers and drink malteds, and describe things as being “terrif” or “swoony.” And for some reason, chocolate cake and ripe olives are considered legitimate things to eat at the same time. There’s a little bit of drama at the lake one summer when a Southern belle named Kentucky (“natch”) flirts with Brose and the other boys to the consternation of Tobey, Barbie, and Kay, and later Midge causes trouble for Tobey by making Brose think she was on a date with someone else, resulting in Tobey almost not being able to go to the Heart Hop. I won’t say what happens, but do you think things turn out okay in the end? I think things might!
There are five more books in this series, so there goes the next two weeks of my life.