Criss Cross

The cover copy: "She wished something would happen"

The moral: Wishes frequently don't come true.

Another lesson: Sometimes a Newbery Medal means jack shit. I mean, it can be stamped right there on the cover, but everything under it makes you wonder if, like, the committee just gets really wasted every so often and gives it to a book that really, really doesn't even deserve to be in consideration. A drunken, "Wouldn't it be funny if we gave it to . . . ?" joke gone oh so very wrong.

This is an extremely boring and generic slice-of-life/coming-of-age tale. The author tries to spice it up by occasionally diddling around with the format and her writing style, including some useless illustrations and photographs, and alluding to some literary show more serendipity crap, but it remains steadfastly dull, bland, and tedious. show less

Boy, young adult books have come a long way since I was a ‘young adult’! Light-hearted yet hyper-realistic, these loosely-connected vignettes follow the hopes and worries of a group of teens in a small town, as well as the journey of the necklace one of the girls loses. The characters experience everything from having a crush on the cool kid to being accepted by your older sibling’s friends; from discovering your talents to the wonder of learning about the power of music. Though it takes place in the real world and the characters seem like people you bump into every day there’s also an air of other-worldliness, everything is cast with a shimmery glow. Perkins so accurately conveys what it is to be young today I had to look her show more up to see how old she is (she’s a grown up). Unassuming without being sentimental—this is the sort of book adults as well as teens will enjoy. show less

The characters who live in this book are at one of the major theory-forming times of life, and they are forming theories about everything from why there are so many black plastic combs lying on the ground to what Albert Einstein would have done if he were born an Eskimo. (Amazing things with blubber and ice.)
They are also saving lives (Debbie), writing songs (Hector), and working up the courage to say, “Hello” (everyone).
I read somewhere that one of the rules of writing romantic teen fiction is that there has to be a prom at the end, or a prom equivalent. This is the kind where that doesn’t happen. Well, there is that one time, with Debbie and Peter, but does it count? And will it ever happen again? And what are you supposed to do show more in the meantime?
If there is anyone out there who has ever wondered about things like this, I want to tell them that it’s okay. Or as Hector says in what might be his best song, even though he hasn’t written the verses yet: "and it’s fine, totally fine, totally fine all of the time." show less

What a strange book. I started out thoroughly annoyed at chapter titles like "Hector goes into a sponge state and has a satori," thinking this book would be way too pretentious for its own (and children's) good. By the time I finished, however, I had bookmarked several amazingly-written sections, read aloud some parts to my husband, and started to think of Debbie and Hector as real people.

All in all, I wish the beginning was a little slower and more clear, and I wish I knew a child under 14 I could recommend this to.

I've grown really sick of coming-of-age novels, to the point I've vowed never to read another. One might call [b:CRISS CROSS|43475|Criss Cross|Lynne Rae Perkins|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1170107664s/43475.jpg|42904] a coming-of-age novel, but it has nothing in common with the ones I so despise.

[b:CRISS CROSS|43475|Criss Cross|Lynne Rae Perkins|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1170107664s/43475.jpg|42904] is the story of a late spring and summer in the lives of several 14-year-olds in a small town in, perhaps, Pennsylvania. It's probably the early 70s (bell-bottoms are still important items of clothing) but this isn't a historical piece in the way that, for instance, [b:THE WEDNESDAY WARS|556136|The Wednesday Wars|Gary D. show more Schmidt|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175775828s/556136.jpg|2586820] was. Criss Cross is the name of a radio show (similar to Dr. Demento) that some of the kids listen to, but it's also a description of how their lives intersect and veer apart during the summer, as each discovers new things about him- or herself on the road to maturity.

Nothing very dramatic happens in this book. There are no horrifying revelations about the perfidy of adults (one of the things I got so tired of in the standard coming-of-age novel). Instead, the author shows how we learn incrementally, in small everyday lessons, what it is to be human. Perkins makes occasional reference to Buddhist thought, but it's not necessary to know much about Buddhism to enjoy the book. I would highly recommend it to both boys and girls in the junior high age group, with some hope that boys would read it as several of the protagonists are boys. I will probably seek out Lynne Rae Perkins's other books in future. show less

This book follows a group of friends on the cusp of adolescence, as they explore new ideas, find new interests, and form first crushes. The plot structure is very loose and episodic; the content is rooted in nostalgia. There are occasional illustrations that don't do a whole lot for the story. Set in a small town in the 1970s, I found myself wondering what sort of appeal this book would have for young readers today. It won the Newbery Medal in 2006, inexplicably. This reads like a book for adults who grew up in the 1970s, and not a book for children at all. The writing is good, and the characters are interesting, if not always fully realized (I had trouble distinguishing some of the boys, particularly, and Debbie's best friend Patty has show more no personality to speak of), but there's so little action that I really had to push myself to stay engaged. I wouldn't recommend this for kids, but adults who were teenagers in the '70s might find it a nice walk down memory lane. show less

This book surprised me every time I opened it. Perkins experiments with form, style and content, and it works. I was a teenager again as I read it, and not in that uncomfortable I-never-want-to-go-back-to-high-school kind of way, but in the way that reminded me of how newness felt. How it felt to wish and wonder and wander about the future, both the immediate and distant future. How Perkins managed to get so perfectly into the mind of a teenager, I will never know.