Another beautiful story by Mariko Tamaki and Jillian Tamaki. One of the main characters, Windy is awesome and totally reminds me of the self I WISH I had the courage to be. Rose is kind of a jerk (to Windy, especially) and reminds me of the self I often was in childhood.
Personally, I remember the ennui of summertime often brought out the worst in me – jealousy, spite, indecisiveness – and I see how this plays out with Rose at her family’s summer home, crushing in vain on the local older boy and acting out at mom and dad.
We realize later that this doesn’t all happen in a vacuum – there is a story behind Rose asshole-ness, and that’s discovered later when we see more of her parents struggling relationship. In fact, I would love to read a parallel account of Rose’s mom during this time; the way that she is made out to be the enemy at first, when really no one else was compassionate toward her demons, was really compelling.
I didn’t feel a super clean resolution at the end of this either, which also smacks of reality. How long do our demons really haunt us? Whose fault was it anyway? What will make me happy? These are the questions This One Summer explores and leaves the reader to discover.