A facile, resolutely modern novel in the form of ramblings set down by 11-year-old Trissy on the typewriter her father gives...

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I, TRISSY

A facile, resolutely modern novel in the form of ramblings set down by 11-year-old Trissy on the typewriter her father gives her when he moves out of the house in the process of separating from her mother. Between the wish-fulfilling stories she makes up, the time-killing games (""I will now type all the words I can type using just my left hand""), the Mother's Quotient test, the sixth-grade humor (teen-age boys' ""underarm perspiration odor is enough to knock you dead at 20 paces""), runs the story of a misunderstood child whose impulsive escapades invite rejection from the father she misses and the mother she resents. (Trissy's mother represents that new juvenile villain, the middle class mother: among her sins are wearing hair curlers and baking cakes from mixes.) Trissy also squabbles and makes up with her best friend, taking up in the meantime with a black girl who emerges from a vacuum to demonstrate Trissy's racial impartiality. It's all set forth in triple-spaced typed lines that girls can skim through in no time and forget as easily.

Pub Date: Oct. 28, 1971

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: -

Publisher: Delacorte

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 1, 1971

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