From Publishers Weekly
In this impressive first collection, Kennedy presents a series of quirky but likable girls and women. They are tomboys and daredevils, women who almost get the upper hand with the people (especially men) around them, only to quickly lose hold. A girl at camp submits to others' attempts to make her over, goes to a dance, and ends up with a boy who describes himself as "socially retarded." A 70-year-old woman meets her cousin for the first time in years, in the hopes he too will recall the day, 57 years ago, when his older brother raped her. The common thread all Kennedy's female characters share is their desire to be good girls, to do as their mothers would wish them to. One seven-year-old narrator goes so far in her efforts to please others that she submits to phone sex with an anonymous caller. "Her mother gave her real pills, too: purple ones for going to sleep; a yellow one to ease her through the first day of third grade; a white one when she got too excited about riding the bumper cars at Playland," another protagonist recounts. Deftly detailing their gestures and physical transformations, Kennedy ensures that her characters' turmoils will seem hauntingly familiar to readers.
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From Booklist
Kennedy's tales reduce her characters' lives to their naked realities, warts and all. We meet an odd assortment of life's outsiders, such as, in the title story, an orderly, retired schoolmarm reminding her cousin of one childhood summer when his brother raped her and he watched, only to invent their shared past as a comfort to him and, perhaps, herself: "It was me; I took my own clothes off for him. . . . I was a wild little thing. And when I die, I don't want them to tuck a sheet over me like making a clean bed and think I never had my sins." There are also a punk queen obsessed with visiting the bathroom in which Elvis died in order to fathom the secrets of the supernatural; a nerdy math whiz desperately trying to fit in with her more worldly peers at camp and become a "fallen woman"; and a college freshman renouncing her "Protestant childhood of hot baths and horseback riding" for Nietzsche. Yet in the midst of her voodoo queens and UFOs carrying Love Universe aliens, Kennedy reminds us of our common humanity.
Whitney Scott
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