What she hasn’t bargained for is the confusion and heartache caused by unwanted (or is it?) attentiveness from happy-uncomplicated Jeremiah, who has always been her friend. And she has resolved that “the boys” are going to see her in a different light and she’s finally going to get the attention of her childhood love, moody-broody Conrad. Belly has always been the tag along baby sister…but not this summer. In this book, as I was saying, Belly (short for Isabel and somewhat, but not quite, reminiscent of Twilight) returns with her mom and older brother (Stephen) to their usual summer haunt, a cottage that they have shared with their mother’s best friend, Beck, and her two boys, Conrad and Jeremiah, since forever. Also, I am in my late thirties and if I haven’t come of age yet, then I don’t know when it’s going to happen and what age exactly I am supposed to be coming to. At least, I think I have because teen lit tells me that there is a lot of soul searching and high drama involved and I recollect having both those things in my life at one point (not always at the same time). I’ve always been fascinated by coming of age books because, well, I was a young girl who came of age at one point. The first of a trilogy (more on that later), this book is about the coming of age of a young girl. Or, the summer i turned pretty, which is what the cover actually gives as the title.
Also, the Internet is a terrible place to seek advice unless you want to slowly be driven mad and insecure. Something other than websites that tell me what I am doing wrong that is causing my sleepless child/gassy baby/fussy screamer to drive me bonkers (answer: nothing. And looking for something to read in the wee sleepless hours of the morning. And, well, with a toddler and an infant who wants to nurse every two hours…I’ve been brain dead. This is a random YA read that I picked up, because I like to read YA when I’m brain dead.
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