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Fridays
Corey Martin, an eighth grader looking for her first boyfriend, is swept into a circle of powerful friends and must decide whether to conform to peer pressure or follow her own heart
- GenresYoung Adult
Paperback
First published January 1, 1979
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Patricia Lee Gauch
50 books9 followersPatricia Lee Gauch is an author who has written over 30 works of children's literature. In 1993, Gauch was inducted into the New Jersey Literary Hall of Fame. She has been a resident of the Basking Ridge section of Bernards Township, New Jersey.
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December 23, 2015
ETA: Final Thoughts (at bottom)
I read this book in 1992 or 1993. I cannot remember where I got it. Was it the school library (which I seriously doubt because I don't remember ever checking books from that library) or public library. I read it. I grew up. And I forgot about the book.
However, a few years ago, I started thinking about it aaaaall over again. Please don't ask me why. I have a strange memory for things that are important, and things that are so very not-important and it bugs me. I remembered a few details about the book and sought help from my friends on [insert typical social media website here]. No answers. Social media website reminded me of that questioning post so I shared that OG post again and got a suggestion: Reddit. So I asked the know-it-alls at Reddit and someone had the answer. Praise the Bards! After obsessing for two days over the decision to order the book, it is now in my possession.
The next conundrum I was facing was whether or not to re-read the book and destroy the delusion of my 12-year-old youth that the book was an excellent read. Drama of Girl World (gasp!), before mean girls existed. Before Young Adult Fiction was frikkin amazing.
I forgot to grab my Kindle full of thousands of other books I'm currently reading after abruptly waking up before the alarm went off and stumbling downstairs in the dark to sit and wait for morning to officially arrive. Once my work lunchtime arrived, I noticed the missing Kindle, but the paperback book that was yellowed with aaaaaage (but lacking the appropriate old-book-scent) mysteriously found itself in my *ahem* tote bag. So what the hell.
Anyway, it's about a teenager who geeks out over the cool girl who leads the way. There are 6 Fridays until the spring school dance. Fiddle-dee-dee what are wee to do until then? The girls group up together to hang out to pass the time until the dance and get into several different situations - none of which I remember clearly but I'm aware that it is/was gaspdramatic.
Final Thoughts
So I finished re-reading this book. The Book of My Disillusionment. Yes. This book just grabs a hold of your pinky toe and drags you down into a hole. I swear it could be a modern Twitter feed for a 13-year-old girl.
"Here's what happened at school"
"Here's what happened at the first sleepover"
"Here's what happened after school this other day"
"This guy over here keeps bugging me about being in this clique"
But there's no inner self-reflection. I think kids this age (even thirty years ago) could've had actual thoughts running through their heads about the situations that were in the book. Resolve some stuff! Instead of huffing and stomping. Why mention something if you aren't going to follow through with it.
I'm keeping the damned book. It's a part of me. I'm just thoroughly disappointed. Maybe it was okay when I was a teenager. But maybe that's why I only remembered the situations and not the ending - because the ending sure was a let down. Ugh.
I read this book in 1992 or 1993. I cannot remember where I got it. Was it the school library (which I seriously doubt because I don't remember ever checking books from that library) or public library. I read it. I grew up. And I forgot about the book.
However, a few years ago, I started thinking about it aaaaall over again. Please don't ask me why. I have a strange memory for things that are important, and things that are so very not-important and it bugs me. I remembered a few details about the book and sought help from my friends on [insert typical social media website here]. No answers. Social media website reminded me of that questioning post so I shared that OG post again and got a suggestion: Reddit. So I asked the know-it-alls at Reddit and someone had the answer. Praise the Bards! After obsessing for two days over the decision to order the book, it is now in my possession.
The next conundrum I was facing was whether or not to re-read the book and destroy the delusion of my 12-year-old youth that the book was an excellent read. Drama of Girl World (gasp!), before mean girls existed. Before Young Adult Fiction was frikkin amazing.
I forgot to grab my Kindle full of thousands of other books I'm currently reading after abruptly waking up before the alarm went off and stumbling downstairs in the dark to sit and wait for morning to officially arrive. Once my work lunchtime arrived, I noticed the missing Kindle, but the paperback book that was yellowed with aaaaaage (but lacking the appropriate old-book-scent) mysteriously found itself in my *ahem* tote bag. So what the hell.
Anyway, it's about a teenager who geeks out over the cool girl who leads the way. There are 6 Fridays until the spring school dance. Fiddle-dee-dee what are wee to do until then? The girls group up together to hang out to pass the time until the dance and get into several different situations - none of which I remember clearly but I'm aware that it is/was gaspdramatic.
Final Thoughts
So I finished re-reading this book. The Book of My Disillusionment. Yes. This book just grabs a hold of your pinky toe and drags you down into a hole. I swear it could be a modern Twitter feed for a 13-year-old girl.
"Here's what happened at school"
"Here's what happened at the first sleepover"
"Here's what happened after school this other day"
"This guy over here keeps bugging me about being in this clique"
But there's no inner self-reflection. I think kids this age (even thirty years ago) could've had actual thoughts running through their heads about the situations that were in the book. Resolve some stuff! Instead of huffing and stomping. Why mention something if you aren't going to follow through with it.
I'm keeping the damned book. It's a part of me. I'm just thoroughly disappointed. Maybe it was okay when I was a teenager. But maybe that's why I only remembered the situations and not the ending - because the ending sure was a let down. Ugh.
December 31, 2014
Checked this one out countless times. The girls in the story were just a few years older than me, and as a total good girl rule follower, I longed to be like them-popular, envied, and getting into low level trouble. Found the book on the library discard pile and it quickly became mine. Reread it recently. It holds up pretty well.
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