Hooray!
The Long Secret continues to be (at this point, it's probably safe to say that it will always be) my favorite* of the Harriet M. Welsch books. Obviously, I was super-jazzed to see it featured in Friday's Fine Lines essay:
But as The Group begat Golden Girls begat Gossip Girls, we've lost the most important font of all drama.
Which is your friendsssssssssssssss! No, not friends who like the same boy as you do, thereby creating explosive competition. Not friends who turn on you and isolate you among your peers like bitchez. Not friends who stand behind you come what may all the way; not friends who become anorexic / alcoholic / cutaholic; not friends who offer witty quips when you get pregs and attend your teen-mom birth. Just your best friends -- who are difficult simply because you are you and they are they.
*Seriously, it's on my Best Books Ever list.
I LOVE The Long Secret, too. Maybe more than Harriet. I didn't get the social satire, but it didn't matter.
Posted by: bookbk | 04 March 2008 at 10:32 AM