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Lädt ... Ein verrückter Sonntag (1977)von Francine Pascal
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Melde dich bei LibraryThing an um herauszufinden, ob du dieses Buch mögen würdest. Keine aktuelle Diskussion zu diesem Buch. I loved this book as a kid. A 13-year-old girl doesn't get along with her mother, someone she finds to be rigid, overbearing and who doesn't understand a thing. One day, while riding a train, she goes through a time warp and finds herself in the 1940s where she meets a wild kid named Cici who immediately befriends her, dragging her off to all sorts of risky ventures. Yep, Cici is her mom at her age. I loved the descriptions of 1940s teenage life and the narrator is quite a funny girl. Zeige 3 von 3 keine Rezensionen | Rezension hinzufügen
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Teenage Victoria who has a knack for getting into trouble and feels totally misunderstood by her mother, suddenly finds herself back in the forty's and involved with an equally trouble-prone girl who has some very familiar ways. Keine Bibliotheksbeschreibungen gefunden. |
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I loved, loved, loved this book when I read it, ca. 1980. It continued my obsession with the 1940s (which started in sixth grade with Starring Sally J. Friedman as Herself) and began my obsession with the intricacies and implications of time travel. When I re-read it a couple of years ago (in the aforementioned disappointing edition that I picked up for a quarter on the clearance table at a used book store) I found that part of it shakier than I remembered--decades of time-travel reading has made me more critical. :-) But it is still a fresh and fun read on the theme of mothers and daughters seeing themselves as peers and friends, and I still love that. My mom graduated from high school in 1945, and I have to say that I felt very little connection to her youth until I read this book--something I didn't realize until I re-read it as an adult. ( )