Juniper, Gentian, And Rosemary (original 1998; edition 1999)

I enjoyed Dean’s retelling of Tam Lin quite a bit, so I decided to try another of her books. I liked it, especially the book bits, and Becky. I suppose, very much especially Becky. I was startled, though, by how little space the sort of action of the story took up. It was all very slow and philosophical–which isn’t a complaint, necessarily. In general, I loved the way it was so much about friendship, and sisterhood. [March 2011] ( )

Actually, I never finished this book, but my daughter, for whom I bought it, slogged through because she kept hoping it would get better. It was set in Minneapolis (Prospect Park, I'm pretty sure) and my kids went to Open Schools too, so we thought we might enjoy it. During the portion when I was reading it aloud to her, there was a segment where the protagonist makes a cup of cocoa for a guest (or maybe herself). The description of her actions goes on for what seemed like forever, but may have only been a page or so. It is still our standard for bad, bad writing. And, as my daughter said, at the end, nothing really happened. A big disappointment and I can't believe so many people have rated it so highly. ( )

This book has perfectly captured exactly the kind of person I was in junior high school, (and the kind of friends I WISHED I had!) and what it's like to realize you're growing up and there's nothing you can do to stop it. From the book:
"...Everything's changing so much. I don't even know how tall I am or what size bra I wear, and when I had that cold last week I got out a Goosebumps book to read, and it was so bad I wondered if somebody had taken the inside away and substituted a different one. " ( )

As always, Dean writes the kind of prose that I want to curl up inside of on a cold night with a cup of cocoa. Juniper, Gentian, and Rosemary is cozy; the narrator (Gentian, 13) is articulate, smart, and funny; her friends are the kind of friends I would have loved to have at her age; her interests are woven into the text without being tedious. The narration is chock full of allusions, references, and snatches of poetry.

My two complaints about this book were, first, that I found it hard to believe it was set in the nineties; Gentian's friends and sisters seemed to spend too much time sewing clothes, mending things, and baking for girls who are only meant to be a decade older than I am.

My second complaint was that the ending was too rushed and not nearly well enough explained--though I've read through it several times, I'm still not sure what was going on or what Dominic, the elusive boy next door, actually was doing. I found that frustrating. ( )

Once upon a time, Pamela Dean wrote a book called Tam Lin, which ranks right up there with Tartt's Secret History for my favorite college-themed novel of all time, but with traditional fairy tales as opposed to Ancient Greek religion to provide the intrigue. But years ago I lent said novel to a pearl wearing Philosophy prof, and never got it back. (i forgive her, though). So, i figured any other book by the same author, while probably not as endearing, would be good. no such luck. it's a disjointed plot-light opportunity for Dean to use her Bartlett's, when the devil, in the form of an adolescent boy, moves next door, speaks only in quotations, and half-seduces the middle daughter, thirteenyearold Gentain. (seduce in the sense of intrigue, there's nothing sexual here). the novel wins points for having Gentian's dad play Laurie Anderson's Strange Angels CD, and a cat named Margaret Mitchell , and assorted astronomy factoids.