Hi everyone! This is Julia of The Broke and the Bookish, formerly blogging on my own at The Competitive Bibliomaniac.
I read mostly historical romance, but can often be found reviewing paranormal romance, young adult books (mostly distopian/fantasy), fantasy/sci-fi, classics, and the occasional non-fiction book about languages.
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The Outsider's is a classic coming of age tale. I read this as a 7th grader and was enthralled. I loved everyone from Ponyboy to Dally. I wanted Sodapop to be my brother (or maybe my boyfriend... I was a seventh grade girl).
I remember loving this book so much that later I got the book out from the library and read the entire thing out loud to my younger sister, who also really enjoyed it.
Now at twenty something, I reread it, hoping to feel that magic again. But it didn't happen for me. I found myself reading it more as a look back into a time where they used words like "tuff" and "heaters" (in a side note though, when i read that in 7th grade I thought they were literally talking about heaters. You know, the small portable kind).
Why was I not captivated again? Did I love it because I was in love with the '50s decade? Did I relate to it more as a preteen? Probably both. I enjoyed it this time, but i enjoy the memory of it more. The next time I read this, if ever, it will be to someone who can show me it again through the eyes of a 12 year old.
Originally posted on GR in June 2010