Location: FIC BAR
Genre: Contemporary Young Adult- Mental Health
I was brave
She was reckless
We were trouble
I see this in the library, in fact I am looking out my window to it right now! Girls- giggling, pointing, mocking and being generally teen- some days it makes me so mad and it makes me remember my days as a Yr 10 and the spite and venom that was poured out on any unsuspecting YR 10 girl who just happened to be not one of 'them'- it also reminds me of being in a triangular friendship- Rotten days!
This book is about the jealousies, passions and conflicts involved in teen girl friendships. I love books that explore this subject - the way teenage girls get so wrapped up in one another, loving and hating each other with a furious intensity.
It tackles that intense feeling experienced when one of your best friends becomes better friends with someone else and what it's like to see your friendship falling away – and not knowing what to do about it.
Caddie and Rosie have been friends for over 10 years, despite the fact that they go to different schools. While Rosie goes to a 'normal' school Caddie goes to a private, girls only school. Because of this Caddie feels like she is missing out on life a lot, 16 now and still no boyfriend, or even the option of one. She thinks her life is rather nice and boring compared to her best friends. Things change even more when Suzanne starts a friendship with Rosie. Caddie is wary at first and rather a bit jealous, worrying that her best friend will come to like her new friend more then her. But she soon starts to build a bond with Suzanne who becomes the third person in their friendship. But the confident Suzanne is battling with her demons from her past. Only slowly do the girls realise how troubled she really is. Caddie however is always there for her friend, not always realising how this effects her own life. She begins to make bad choices to join her new friend. But how deep are Suzanne's wounds really? - Aggie
“But people we love come and go, Caddy. That doesn’t mean we loved them any less at the time.”
― Sara Barnard,