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quietjenn's review against another edition
2.0
I guess I just like Rinehart's mysteries way more than her humorous tales? Or, at least her humorous tales centered on youth? Because I mostly found Bab's and her various scrapes annoying.
anachronistique's review against another edition
3.0
Fascinating as a historical document, and very funny, and very slight.
christythelibrarian's review against another edition
3.0
Bab: A Sub-Deb is a light, humorous read that consists of five parts/chapters, each describing a new misadventure in the life of the naive, spoiled, funny Barbara Archibald, called Bab. Bab is 17 and not yet “out” in society which frustrates her to no end, as her barely older sister gets to enjoy parties and outings with the opposite sex. Thus, Bab is a sub-debutante, or sub-deb. There – that is the title explained!
Each of the five parts is framed as either a school essay or diary entry, complete with atrocious spelling. That is a stylistic feature some readers may not tolerate, but I found it mostly endearing. Another aspect that may deter some readers: Bab is often self-centered, is sometimes disparaging of her friends and almost always of her sister and mother. But within that characterization are the identifiable strains of common teenage concerns: desire to be treated as an adult; curiosity about romance and love; high ideals. We know and Rinehart knows that Bab is quite silly, and the joke is almost always on her, but she’s also evolving as a person, especially in the last story.
For me, I enjoyed the first, fourth and fifth chapters the best. The misadventures in the second and third stories felt repetitive, and Bab was not as charming there as she was in the other three stories. That is where my pace slowed down. In the fourth story, she buys a car and I liked that while she was bad driver, she became quite adept at changing a flat tire. The fifth story was my favorite. On a train ride from school to home, Bab’s newly awakened patriotism stirs her to ask a young male passenger if he is going to enlist (the book was written and set during World War I). He says that he already has, and then criticizes coddled society girls who “can’t even walk , but they talk about helping in the War.” Bab takes this to heart and rallies her female friends to form the Girls’ Aviation Corp – “but to be known generally as the G. A. C. as because of Spies and so on we must be as secret as possable.” The end of that story, and of the book, is genuinely sweet and so I finished the book feeling rather fond of it.
Here is an excerpt from the first story. In an effort to be taken seriously as an adult, Bab has just implied to her mother and sister that she has a beau:
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“I’m perfectly mad about him,” I said. “And he’s crazy about me.”
“I’d like very much to know,” Sis said, as she stood up and stared at me, “how much you are making up and how much is true.”
None the less, I saw that she was terrafied. The family Kitten, to speak in allegory, had become a Lion and showed its clause.
When she had gone out I tried to think of some one to hang a love affair to. But there seemed to be nobody. They knew perfectly well that the dancing master had one eye and three children, and that the clergyman at school was elderly, with two wives. One dead.
I searched my Past, but it was blameless. It was empty and bare, and as I looked back and saw how little there had been in it but imbibing wisdom and playing basket-ball and tennis, and typhoid fever when I was fourteen and almost having to have my head shaved, a great wave of bitterness agatated me.
“Never again,” I observed to myself with firmness. “Never again, if I have to invent a member of the Other Sex.”
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Each of the five parts is framed as either a school essay or diary entry, complete with atrocious spelling. That is a stylistic feature some readers may not tolerate, but I found it mostly endearing. Another aspect that may deter some readers: Bab is often self-centered, is sometimes disparaging of her friends and almost always of her sister and mother. But within that characterization are the identifiable strains of common teenage concerns: desire to be treated as an adult; curiosity about romance and love; high ideals. We know and Rinehart knows that Bab is quite silly, and the joke is almost always on her, but she’s also evolving as a person, especially in the last story.
For me, I enjoyed the first, fourth and fifth chapters the best. The misadventures in the second and third stories felt repetitive, and Bab was not as charming there as she was in the other three stories. That is where my pace slowed down. In the fourth story, she buys a car and I liked that while she was bad driver, she became quite adept at changing a flat tire. The fifth story was my favorite. On a train ride from school to home, Bab’s newly awakened patriotism stirs her to ask a young male passenger if he is going to enlist (the book was written and set during World War I). He says that he already has, and then criticizes coddled society girls who “can’t even walk , but they talk about helping in the War.” Bab takes this to heart and rallies her female friends to form the Girls’ Aviation Corp – “but to be known generally as the G. A. C. as because of Spies and so on we must be as secret as possable.” The end of that story, and of the book, is genuinely sweet and so I finished the book feeling rather fond of it.
Here is an excerpt from the first story. In an effort to be taken seriously as an adult, Bab has just implied to her mother and sister that she has a beau:
---
“I’m perfectly mad about him,” I said. “And he’s crazy about me.”
“I’d like very much to know,” Sis said, as she stood up and stared at me, “how much you are making up and how much is true.”
None the less, I saw that she was terrafied. The family Kitten, to speak in allegory, had become a Lion and showed its clause.
When she had gone out I tried to think of some one to hang a love affair to. But there seemed to be nobody. They knew perfectly well that the dancing master had one eye and three children, and that the clergyman at school was elderly, with two wives. One dead.
I searched my Past, but it was blameless. It was empty and bare, and as I looked back and saw how little there had been in it but imbibing wisdom and playing basket-ball and tennis, and typhoid fever when I was fourteen and almost having to have my head shaved, a great wave of bitterness agatated me.
“Never again,” I observed to myself with firmness. “Never again, if I have to invent a member of the Other Sex.”
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library_hungry's review against another edition
5.0
This book was so much fun I can't even tell you. Think Anne of Green Gables if she was boy crazy, rich, and from the city. Think Bertie Wooster as a teenaged girl. Antics and hijinks and shenanigans!
daisythebrownie's review against another edition
funny
lighthearted
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
4.5
Entertaining as all get out. Made me think of Bringing Up Baby and What's Up Doc? The stories are hilarious and even relatable (for me).
bedeah's review against another edition
4.0
Very funny, and even though a lot of the language/situations are outdated, it's still very readable.
yeahdeadslow's review against another edition
4.0
This book is hi-lar-ious! (I wish I could properly convey how that word is to be said, since I hear my dearest friend's voice in my head saying/almost-singing it.)
Anyway, there really is only that word to describe this book: hilarious. I loved how seriously Barbara (or "Bab") took herself, and also how oblivious she was to, well, almost everything! Especially her lack of finesse in spelling.
Kathryn - though humour can be so subjective, I'd say this is one worth buying! :)
{A part that amused me:}
"In the morning I took lessons in the car, which I called the Arab, from the well-known song, which we have on the phonograph;
From the Dessert I come to thee,
On my Arab shod with fire.
The instructor had not heard the song, but he said it was a good name because very likly no one else would think of having it.
"It sounds like a love song," he observed.
"It is," I replied, and gave him a steady glanse. Because, if one realy loves, it is silly to deny it.
"Long ways to a Dessert, isn’t it?" he inquired.
"A Dessert may be a place, or it may be a thirsty and emty place in the Soul," I replied. "In my case it is Soul, not terratory.""
Anyway, there really is only that word to describe this book: hilarious. I loved how seriously Barbara (or "Bab") took herself, and also how oblivious she was to, well, almost everything! Especially her lack of finesse in spelling.
Kathryn - though humour can be so subjective, I'd say this is one worth buying! :)
{A part that amused me:}
"In the morning I took lessons in the car, which I called the Arab, from the well-known song, which we have on the phonograph;
From the Dessert I come to thee,
On my Arab shod with fire.
The instructor had not heard the song, but he said it was a good name because very likly no one else would think of having it.
"It sounds like a love song," he observed.
"It is," I replied, and gave him a steady glanse. Because, if one realy loves, it is silly to deny it.
"Long ways to a Dessert, isn’t it?" he inquired.
"A Dessert may be a place, or it may be a thirsty and emty place in the Soul," I replied. "In my case it is Soul, not terratory.""
bibliofeel's review
4.0
Bab is a great deal of fun, completely clueless, and a terrible speller. She chafes at being a "sub-debutante", just 20 months younger than her elder sister, who of course must be married off first. Pure teenage impulse and enough money to get into all sorts of scrapes. With the dawning of the US involvement in WWI, the plot takes a bit of a turn, but Bab's personality is such that she goes full-tilt at drilling and uniforms and hanging out the flag with guileless selfishness.