Oh Angie, my sweet summer child. You're so dumb, with your rules (ladies don't drink beer, which in WI is just LOL), your ignorance (read a magazine!), with your horniness that you do not understand, and your general lack of any understanding of anything.
Let's start. First, this novel was published in 1942. That doesn't mean it's set in 1942, but there is no mention of the war. If we're to assume the book is set earlier, that doesn't make sense either, because the dad is a (very successful) traveling salesman which wouldn't make sense during the Depression. There's even a reference to an abandoned WPA project! So the whole setting seems very strange. I feel like Jack would be shipped off to war after high school, not sailing around on a boat and romancing girls in the dark. Plus, it's set in Fond du Lac, WI, with mentions of Green Bay, Milwaukee, Campbellsport, Eagle River, "Minacqua," Sheboygan, and Rosendale (IYKYK). Angie apparently has no friends, other than the ones she makes over the three months that the story takes place. I mean--girl just graduated high school but has not a single friend to hang out with, or call, or meet for Cokes? That is weird. Angie's entire personality is "I like Jack" and wanting to be popular, or at least fit in. The latter isn't unusual, but Angie feels she fits in only when she is dating Jack.
Then there are the parents, who occasionally try to lay down rules but never follow through. They're so permissive! It's such a strange thing to remember that at one time, parents trusted their kids to be on their own. Margaret, the oldest, is industrious and engaged to Art (but curiously never ever mentions the wedding or plans for it) and has her act together. Then there's Lorraine, and the nicest thing I can say about her is that she is a college student. She's a mess. Then Angie, who rarely speaks--even to Jack--and is experiencing her first boyfriend and all the wonder that 17-year-old romances brings. Youngest daughter Kitty is usually left to her own devices. The dad barely registers as a character and the mom is like, sure, it's 9 p.m., go have fun with your BF at this random person's house in the woods! I don't know them or where you're going and won't ask about drinking or sex and won't give you a curfew! Have fun!
The whole novel felt like buildup to...nothing. Lorraine asks Angie if Angie and Jack ever "neck." Angie refuses to answer but it's very unclear to readers if they do. They seem to make out, but it's all very chaste and PG-rated and either Jack nor Angie seem comfortable with their horniness, let alone understand it enough to act on it. We're led to believe Lorraine has some big catastrophe, but really she's just a weirdo and strangely obsessed with Martin who anyone with 3 brain cells knows is cheating on her all over the place. Listen to your older sister, girl! We know best!
This family literally just sits around, rarely talking, trying to pass the time.
Here are some good things. I liked the scene with Jack at the Sunday dinner, because we idolize and put people on pedestals, only to be angry at them when they can't live up to our unrealistic expectations. When reality fails to match fantasy, we tend to lash out or feel acrimonious, and that section felt realistic. The exciting confusion of "will he call" and "what does he mean" and all that felt very authentic. I was so happy Angie didn't say "I love you too!" to Jack. She seems a little more realistic about the fate of their relationship than he does. She doesn't seem to be in love with Jack; rather, she's in love with having a boyfriend and feeling special and she's horny and obsessed. That's not love. But, good for Angie that she didn't abandon her plans for college or accept his marriage proposal or something foolish like that.
But the whole relationship is strange. It starts out of nowhere and the two of them only seem to talk to confirm plans--they don't seem to converse ever. She's weirdly more concerned about the lovely garden and loveliness of Lake Winnebago (seriously, no author has ever used a variation of "lovely" as much as MD in this novel) and how "clean" Jack looks. The other couple they are friends with seem to be heading towards marriage and come across as having been in some long-term relationship, when really they started dating a few months before Jack and Angie. The length of teen relationships in the '40s must be like dog years, I guess.
Poor Angie desperately needs Judy Blume.
I would have loved this book in high school. Now, I am so grateful that I didn't grow up in the '40s and have to adhere to the strange dating rituals described in this book. And I wonder if that is even close to adhering to social norms of the time, or if that's the character's childish and limited understanding of how "good" girls in relationships behave.
Oh--there are times when I forget that MD is a teen writing this book, but the dialogue is awful and the last paragraph is just cringe-inducing. It definitely needed to be workshopped a little more. (Okay fine, a LOT more.) Glad I read it but gee whiz, this was a lot of pages for nothing.