it's only been a few days since I read this novel, but I've already forgotten most of what it was like to read. I think it was batty enough to be some fun (especially in the beginning before Lynn [possibly not even the correct name] realizes that it is no coincidence that the Hill (read: rich) kids are at the center of everything worth doing at old Calvin Coolidge High [most certainly not the correct name].

my expectations have been ruining my reading all year, but I just can't let them go. going into this novel, I knew there'd be nobody clairvoyant or practicing astral projection, but I thought there might be at least one description of a dress. perhaps I am guilty of generalizing the past, of having a narrow understanding of the type of fiction young women were writing for even younger women in the '50s...that said, seems like there'd be plenty of clothes and food to describe up on DEBUTANTEfuckingHILL. ( )

I really enjoyed most of this vintage book...Lois Duncan's first...but was totally let down by the ending. Most of the book is about learning to recognize the true value of others, but then there is the ending...the boyfriend comes home from university...the main character misses the climatic scene in the book...and true love solves all the problems. Ugh. This is a book about the senior year of high school, and all the protagonist ever thinks about is her social life. ( )