This was like Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. Except Catholic. And better. This is a book for women – to remind us of where we came from and where we’re going. And how we got here.
A memoir of a senior year at a Catholic high school in a small town in the 1950s. Hysterically funny. Sad. Moving. Meaningful. Absolutely perfect. It felt like reading those golden summer nights when you drove with all the windows down just to be going somewhere. Just to be moving.
I read it in one sitting. Couldn’t put it down. I loved every single moment of this book. I’m going straight into the next one.