I bought this book for $1.99 out of a bargain bin. I liked the cover and I loved the title. It felt like a snowy day book. I wanted it to be one of those fun memoir-like stories about growing up as a girl and I think that's what Rebecca Miller was going for, but it never quite hit the mark. Pippa never rang true. Everyone seemed to think she was amazing, but she never seemed to do anything at all. A lot of the situations she found herself in seemed forced, like Miller was trying to recreate something she'd read somewhere else. But it wasn't all so contrived. I loved how Miller described Pippa's relationship with her mom in the beginning. Suky was by far the most interesting character and it was sad that her story faded off so shortly. The book itself was too short. The whole thing felt like a movie (which it was) so I thought maybe it translated better on screen. My hopes were too high. The movie was really awful. It was also directed by Miller, which was strange because it had this disjointed feel a movie tends to get when it has too many hands stirring the pot. It turned out that Miller intended the voice of the story to be playful and wacky, judging by the music played whenever Pippa narrated. I was really baffled by the whole thing...how could one person write a book and direct the movie and have both turn out so mismatched?
Was it worth the read?
No. There are so many better girl-growing-up books. Try Catherine Gildner's Too Close to the Falls or Susan Sonnenberg's Her Last Death.
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