This book took me back to a simpler time.
Back before kids told their parents regularly that they hate them because they didn’t grant the kids permission to do something or go somewhere.
Back before kids were driven to drugs and suicide by playground bullying.
Back before kids were so filled with angst before they even started attending school that they arrived with chips already firmly on shoulders.
Lovelace bases most of her book on her own childhood, and what a charmed childhood it was. Betsy lives in a nice house, has an annoying older sister, and lives with both her parents. A new girl moves in down the street, and they become best friends and have adventures like climbing the big hill behind Betsy’s house all by themselves.
Betsy and Tacy become so inseparable that people start to refer to them collectively as Betsy-Tacy.
Some might complain that it’s unrealistic or too idyllic or just fluff because nobody gets murdered or abused. The most serious part of the book is when (SPOILER!!) Acytay’s infantyay istersay iesday. And even that event is handled with a pretty light touch.
But you know what? I appreciate that there’s no over-the-top drama. These girls are supposed to be five years old. I like believing that, somewhere out in the world, some lucky girl is enjoying an uneventful childhood, filled with happiness and adventures, where climbing a hill without requiring the assistance of a grown-up is about as exciting as it gets.
This book was a sweet reminder that, sometimes, kids are just kids.