![]() Only recently did I discover that this book had developed quite a following, initially among women who had been teenagers in the 1950s, and then with YA readers. ![]() The owner (or somebody) claimed it later that day. I found that more interesting- I don't think I knew what one was before then- but I immediately recognized I'd found one of those books a kid wasn't supposed to read. A teenage girl was giving a boy a blow job. I turned to another page, much closer to the ending. I turned to one page: some teenage girls were discussing a TV broadcast of Peter Pan, which they planned to watch. We were beyond the 1973 publishing date, but not much beyond. I'm not certain exactly what summer I saw The Cheerleader, and I don't know who owned it. Up to the early years of this century, we always passed some summer time there. When my uncle who owned the land died in 1994, the place passed to my father, the last surviving brother. Their sister and her husband bought the property next door. ![]() My father and his brothers built a cottage on Lake Superior back in the 1950s. Prologue: Summertime, Peter Pan, and the First Blowjob ![]()
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