New York City in the 80s. Aspiring to attend MIT for architecture, Liza looks to the Metropolitan Museum of Art for inspiration for her solar house project. Taking a detour to avoid crowds, she walks into the American rooms where she hears a lovely singing voice. Drawn to it, she walks towards the room and comes upon a girl named Annie. For some odd reason, the two girls are drawn to each other without knowing at all why. They exchange numbers and each spend the next few days thinking about the other. Soon, they both find themselves in love for the first time. However, the ups, downs, twists and turns of a first love can be hard and unpredictable. Neither could see the trouble they could cause.
This was another read for Adolescent Fiction. For me, it was just another adolescent love story. It surely did not matter that it was about a lesbian couple. It could have been a heterosexual couple and it would have all been the same. Until, of course, I was 75% of the way through it and I just got incredibly pissed off. People's ignorance can be so appalling. I spent the last 25% of the book just angry at how disgusting people's views can be. Love is love, so back the hell up.
It was a really great story. Lesbian or not, it was a wonderful depiction of teenage and first love. The awkwardness, the trepidation, the excitement. It's all there. It really encapsulated what that is all like. What I'm saying is, be prepared to be annoyed with prejudice and ignorance. Other than that, I thought it was a great story.
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