September 15, 2011
Ex-boyfriend angst, new-boyfriend jitters and best-friend snits are a heck of a lot funnier when they take place at a historical-reenactment village.
Chelsea's summer job is a junior interpreter at Colonial Essex Village, where she dons floor-length petticoats to teach tourists about history (which really means pointing them toward the bathroom). The junior interpreters at Colonial Essex Village are locked in an endless War: not with the Redcoats, but with the Civil War reenactors from across the street. Those farbs at Civil War Reenactmentland ("farb," the gravest of reenactor insults, meaning sloppy and careless in historical details) have the gall to think they're the better historical-reenactment site. Every summer, the teenage Colonials plan and implement excellent pranks on the teenage Confederates—and survive mutual pranking in return. But this year's War is more vicious than usual, and (oh, horrors) Chelsea has a crush on a Confederate reenactor. Chelsea's narration is peppered with sharp and witty observation, from her interaction with a tourist who thinks reenactors are American Girl dolls come to life to a conversation with aghast parents who insist they'll love her even if she makes the terrible, uneducated choice of choosing the Civil War over the Revolutionary.
Hilarious costumed hijinks in the spirit of Meg Cabot. (Fiction. 11-14)
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October 1, 2011
Gr 7 Up-Chelsea Glaser, 16, is finally old enough to get a job at the mall where normal people spend their summers instead of at the Colonial Essex Village where she's been working with her parents since she was six. However, her friend Fiona convinces her to spend one more summer as a historical interpreter, and Chelsea's previous life comes back to haunt her when her ex-boyfriend, Ezra, shows up for orientation. It's not unusual for a main character to ponder reconnecting with an old flame or pursue a forbidden love interest, but what sets Past Perfect apart is that it takes place in a colonial reenactment village complete with costumes, romance, and an ongoing rivalry with the Civil War reenactors across the street. Chelsea is an appealing narrator with a sharp sense of humor, and readers will tear through this novel to find out whether she reunites with Ezra or gets together with Dan from the rival museum. Although there is no surprise ending here, this is a satisfying and fun read.-Rachael Myers-Ricker, Horace Mann School, Bronx, NY
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January 1, 2012
Every summer Chelsea's family works as living history interpreters at Colonial Essex Village. Things get awkward when she traitorously falls for a boy working at the village's rival across the street, Civil War Reenactment-land. The story, narrated in Chelsea's acerbically funny voice, is filled with specifics about Colonial life (and the lives of the interpreters) and meditations on history, memory, heartbreak, and love.
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November 1, 2011
Chelsea's grown up in the past -- 1774, to be specific. Every summer for years she has worked as a living history interpreter at Colonial Essex Village in Virginia alongside her father, the silversmith, and her mom, the silversmith's wife. Reluctantly, she's agreed to spend another summer wearing a suffocating dress and telling "moderners" where the bathroom is. But the boy who broke her heart is also working at Essex. And then there's the War: the bitter rivalry between Essex and Civil War Reenactmentland across the street. Chelsea risks her position as the War's lieutenant -- and her relationship with her best friend -- when she traitorously falls for a cute Civil War interpreter. With its unique premise, the book is filled with specifics about both Colonial life and the lives of the interpreters (look up what a farb is, for instance) and is narrated in Chelsea's acerbically funny voice. For example: "My father and I have the sort of loving relationship in which, whenever he says more than one sentence in a row to me, I want to stab myself in the heart with a recently formed silver knife." But the setting also allows for more serious meditations on the nature of history, memory, heartbreak, and love -- for example, this revelation from her otherwise-infuriating dad: "What 'really happened' doesn't matter. What matters is how we agree to remember it." Lesson learned, laughing all the way. rachel l. smith
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