Anne Evelyn Bunting, better known as Eve Bunting, is an author with more than 250 books. Her books are diverse in age groups, from picture books to chapter books, and topic, ranging from Thanksgiving to riots in Los Angeles. Eve Bunting has won several awards for her works.
Bunting went to school in Ireland and grew up with storytelling. In Ireland, “There used to be Shanachies… the shanachie was a storyteller who went from house to house telling his tales of ghosts and fairies, of old Irish heroes and battles still to be won. Maybe I’m a bit of a Shanchie myself, telling stories to anyone who will listen.” This storytelling began as an inspiration for Bunting and continues with her work.
In 1958, Bunting moved to the United States with her husband and three children. A few years later, Bunting enrolled in a community college writing course. She felt the desire to write about her heritage. Bunting has taught writing classes at UCLA. She now lives in Pasadena, California.
I'm starting to learn something about Eve Bunting. She writes females who consistently make terrible choices due to a complete lack of self-actualization and slither into the arms of the first dick-brained douchebag who will give them the time of day. This story is about a girl (Ellen) who is dating one perfectly lovely young boy (George) in band with her, but she is in love with a football player she has never met. She leaves George for the jock and then regrets her choice.
But let's make something clear. The book suggests she turns away from the jock because he is mean to George behind his back. But in reality, she only turns away because he doesn't like her. He rejected her first. She crawls back to a guy she treated like shit because she herself couldn't snag an equally shitty person.
This book was written in 1992, so Ellen is about 40 now and probably has been divorced twice. Her kids, themselves teenagers, no doubt have the same fucking bowl cut that she did, and they too will fail to recognize that it is exactly this that sets in motion the fiascoes of their own lives.
Flute girl loves football boy until he becomes a gimp, makes fun of her boyfriend, and acts like a total douche to her face, flat chest, neck, and head.
How's the algebra? Can you count yet? This book sucked.
This is a very short book. I got it from the library because I was short on time and needed to read one more book. It is teenage love and discovering what is really important.