Scan barcode
gracesfootnotes's review
3.0
I happened upon Summer Street at Lost City Books in the Adams Morgan neighborhood of Washington, D.C. I didn't know what to expect, and couldn't find any information about it online. It had a Goodreads page, but no ratings and no reviews, and the blurb was lacking. I bought it on instinct, knowing if I left it behind I would never see this book again (With that kind of ultimatum, how could I not get it?).
In it, I was looking for an old slice of adolescent life, and I was not disappointed. Though it lacks plot and the supporting characters lack dimension, I was intensely intrigued by the main character and his motivations. His actions, which can only be regarded as sporadic and illogical, were both concerning and alluring. Though it doesn't stand out in the crowd, I somehow found the perfect book of summertime teenage angst, while being self aware of its own vintage nature.
"Everyone wore a mask—all of the people of the earth—in a vast play, concealing their real selves. It was only in such alliances as he had witnessed tonight that the players chose to reveal their real identities and expressed their true feelings. otherwise, they continued the masquerade and played at being that which they were not." (pp. 48)
In it, I was looking for an old slice of adolescent life, and I was not disappointed. Though it lacks plot and the supporting characters lack dimension, I was intensely intrigued by the main character and his motivations. His actions, which can only be regarded as sporadic and illogical, were both concerning and alluring. Though it doesn't stand out in the crowd, I somehow found the perfect book of summertime teenage angst, while being self aware of its own vintage nature.
"Everyone wore a mask—all of the people of the earth—in a vast play, concealing their real selves. It was only in such alliances as he had witnessed tonight that the players chose to reveal their real identities and expressed their true feelings. otherwise, they continued the masquerade and played at being that which they were not." (pp. 48)
More...