I couldn't be more disappointed in this novel. Frankly, if I wanted to read a teenager whine about how unfair her family and life is to her, I would read my own diaries. The more I tried to read, the more I felt like this novel had backward thinking minda behind it, which of course isn't surprising for a 1970s book (didn't know that when I picked it at the library). All in all, disappointment and suffering (from the lack of writing talent) all around.