A summer of wild rides and change

July 11, 2010|Liz Rosenberg, Globe Correspondent

“Thirteen Plus One’’ by Lauren Myracle is that light-as-air, young-adult book rarity, a gentle, humorous work, with little angst and much pleasure. It represents the fourth installment of the Winnie Years series. Our heroine, Winnie Perry, turns 14 at the novel’s start. It’s a birthday, as she says, “more, well, complex than every single birthday that came before.”

Winnie’s entering high school in the fall; her wiser, wise-cracking sister Sandra’s about to leave for college, and Winnie is headed for an oceanside summer camp far from Lars, the boy she’s sort of seeing, but can’t ever seem to talk to. On hand to help are her two BFFs, Dinah and Cinnamon.

While “Thirteen Plus One’’ contains cuteness and gushing one could live without, it compensates with strong writing, fast-moving storytelling, and likeable characters. Myracle gets the moodiness and loneliness of 14-year-olds; we feel for Winnie, even her cranky side.

Winnie begins her 14th year with a “To Do Before High School List’’:

“Say out loud what I want out of life/ Be spazzy/ But also practice being older somehow/ Do something to help the world, like that Three Cups of Tea guy/ Figure out who I am/ Become friends with someone new/ Talk to Amanda. Or do something with Amanda/ Take charge with Lars!/ Have a deep moment with Sandra before she goes to college/ Do something scary/ Admit it when I’m wrong/ Make a prediction and . . . / Have it come true!/ Don’t die/ Peace out!’’

The best bits of “Thirteen Plus One’’ reside in its loony touches of humor, like this one with younger brother Ty at her sister’s graduation:

“Mom handed me a fresh Kleenex and I leaned forward to blow my nose. I stayed down there for a while, just sniffling a little and gathering myself, until I felt a papery wisp on the bare skin between the bottom of my blouse and the top of my gray skirt. I glanced over my shoulder to see Ty holding his program over the back part of me.

“ ‘What are you doing,’ I whispered.

“ ‘I don’t want anyone to see your bottom crack,’ he whispered back.

“I frowned at him like what the? Yes, I had a few pairs of jeans that sometimes crept down too low, especially if I squatted or leaned over. But the waistband of my skirt didn’t do that, I was ninety-nine percent sure.

“ ‘Ty,” I whispered, ‘no one can see my bottom crack.’

“He patted my leg with the hand not holding the program. ‘I know. You’re welcome.’ ”

Myracle has an ear for lyricism — stars are “distant bright glimmers in a sky as inky-dark as the ocean” — and most of all for voice: “So, and then, yeah. I left Amanda’s and the moon rose. The crazy, beautiful moon.” One looks forward to Winnie at 15.

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