“The only people who teach at these places are freaks and geeks. And when you’ve got a headmistress who looks like that”—she pointed to my mom in all her hotness, who stood talking to the McHenrys thirty feet away—“it’s easy to see what Mr. Eyecandy was hired for.”
“What?” I asked, not understanding.
“You’re the Gallagher Girl,” she mocked again. “If you can’t figure that out, then who am I to tell you.”
I thought about my mother—my beautiful mother, who had recently been winked at by my sexy CoveOps teacher, and I thought I would never eat again.*
I don’t do book reports, or plot synopsis. These days it seems I read hoping to be entertained, but invariably I end up learning something I could probably have lived without, but I count that as a positive even if it only reinforces the obvious, like blowing out a breath three times a page. None of that here.
In case anyone wants to skip the rest, here’s the quickie. This is a how-to textbook for broad spectrum YA readership. Just sayin’.
I’d wanted to read this book since I saw it on a library display table years ago. I picked it up, read the blurb on the back, got called away without committing the title to memory. A while later I saw another one along the same line (imagine that) but it had a sorta boyfriend taking beginner guitar lessons. I knew that because I read the first couple of pages. Try as I might, I couldn’t locate either via searches or librarians. I have forgotten where now, because I have acquired too many books lately, but I know it was not in the $10 Bag O Books, but I saw the title, grabbed the book, rushed to give whoever (maybe even a garage sale person) my money. Well, actually I sauntered like the cool old guy I am, played it cool at transaction and all the way to the car.
I was not disappointed. And here are the whys – which I had to bullet to stay on track
- Not a word out of place. Nothing I read was close to awkward except the perfectly awkward tone of an awkward scene.
- The protagonist’s voice is never off. Something difficult in a first-person narrative of any sort, much less one with emotional depth, “written” by a female teen, much much less a female teen age spy in training living in an all-girls school for, that’s right, “exceptional young women.” Read that as young geniuses in spy training.
- The lead, Cammie (Cameron Ann when her mother’s mad) Morgan, is perfectly Cammie Morgan. Oh. My. Gosh. Totally. And there’s another thing. This book is adventurous, clever, awkwardly flirtatious, full of potentially lethal action, interaction and humorous teenage situations. Written so well the reader is there. Right there. All the time.
- Every emotion in the book is tangible. Fear, confusion, jealousy, heartbreak, cunning, secrecy, loneliness, curiosity, the new girl, good food, bad food, rappelling, fighting for training or their lives, boy-ology, wardrobe failure (one of my favorites) how to be a “normal” girl, pick a lock, hack a website, bug a room, hotwire a car, take driver’s ed. Many of those in pursuing stalking a “normal” boy with spy skills to find out the burning question in every early teen’s life “does he/she like me?” All as real as being there.
- It’s all of that stuff, and clean enough to pass Walmart and Disney censors. Disney never shies away from action, but you’ll also never hear a Disney Princess or the tag-along Prince (or Thief or Guide or…) say “Well, Fuck” when the opportunity for a surreptitious OMG kiss gets blown.
But Macey only wrenched her arm out of Bex’s grasp and said, “Don’t touch me, b——.” (Yeah, that’s right, she called Bex the B word.)
Now see, here’s where the whole private-school thing puts a girl at a disadvantage. MTV will lead us to believe that the B word has become a term of endearment or slang among equals, but I still mainly think of it as the insult of choice for the inarticulate. So, either Macey hated us or respected us, but I looked at Bex and knew that she was betting on the former.*
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I’d be lying if I said there weren’t some issues with the series after this book, but they are not with Cammie, or the author who keeps her crew true while fulfilling the demands of the publisher and no doubt Disney who optioned this book right after release. What follows is a discussion of the slippery slope of writing a series to task for a mainstream publisher.
What I gathered from interviews with the author and some asides to those interviews, in the beginning I’d Tell You was a standalone novel. That becomes obvious as soon as book 2 because a few things that were set up in I’d Tell You had to get pocketed, shelved, resolved or realigned to make a series work. The tenor of Cammie and her roomies couldn’t change, just a few major peripherals. Cammie is, after all, a teenage girl, in a book about girls, who are girls regardless of being “exceptional” and the rare boys are…Well, confusing. Even to geniuses who know how to kill a man with uncooked spaghetti, speak 14 languages and do PhD level chemistry. Which are all the plates the author has to keep spinning while “younger-izing” an emotionally charged action-based roller coaster adult spy thriller. While never losing the protagonist’s and her very distinct and personable friends’ voices to produce a series.
Extra Stuff
I went back through after reading for fun and amazement and discovered a secret. Straight, plain language. A lump in the throat, a drizzly rain, a dust encrusted passageway, sharing secrets with the emotion/sensation right there, called what they are. Uncomfortable. Confusing. Embarrassing. Dirty. Even in tags – (Person) said, plus action tag. Often simple, occasionally endearing, always precise, and never too much.
I think writers, even unconsciously, think about being clever here and there. Or we’re bored, let’s get on with it. Or it isn’t working, let’s force something. As far as I could tell, there is none of that in these books other than after book three the whole “what the publisher wants” continuity kicked in, just like all the shit Rowling came up with for the Potter crew to get into and come up against. In fact, the thread in Gallagher Girls beyond Book 1 is tied to the old “who killed my father/mother” conspiracy trope and the secret society of corrupt whozits who are out to stop discovery of the truth. A trope which I confess to disliking more than a proctology exam. Does the author pull it off? Yes. Over the last three books with some of the tried-and-true Bond-esque protagonist MIA, memory drugs etc? Yes. Is the voice and control and in-scene writing there? Yes.
So, if you get off into this series, you’ve been warned. However, I got hooked on I’d Tell You because it’s addictive in that, like Tom Sawyer or Huck Finn “Oh damn, what are they doing now?” way. Particularly good for someone who writes female protagonists. And it was, again, as flawless as a book like this can be. Even if it’s not your cup of (beverage) but you’d like to read, or write a mainstream, mass-market, broad-spectrum YA with depth, here’s your textbook. And unless you’re dead or don’t care you’ll find yourself cheering for them not to get busted, hanging your head when they do, laughing at their discomfort (‘cause we were all awkward teenagers once), disliking their antagonists, wondering with them about their world and their teachers…
*excerpt from I’d Tell You I Love You, But Then I’d Have to Kill You