My Darling, My Hamburger by Paul Zindel. I'm desperately mining the bookshelf for re-reads at the moment. My husband's Gene Wolfe collection is beckoning, but I'm not in the mood for anything that takes that much brain right now.
I probably enjoyed the book much better when I was in high school. Right now, it just seems dated.
I don't recall buying this book. It may have been a gift from a babysitter of mine, Eileen. I wonder if she was trying to tell me something. (The story is about a two high school couples; one of the girls gets pregnant.)
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