Annie on My Mind

Annie on My Mind

by Nancy Garden

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ISBN-13: 9780374400118
Publisher: Square Fish
Publication date: 02/20/2007
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 272
Sales rank: 95,239
Product dimensions: 5.44(w) x 8.21(h) x 0.72(d)
Lexile: 1000L (what's this?)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Nancy Garden is the author of young adult novels including The Year They Burned the Books and Endgame. She is also the author of the YA nonfiction book Hear Us Out!, as well as novels for children and the picture book Molly's Family. Garden was born in Boston, Massachusetts, and has lived most of her life in New England and New York. She spent her early adult years working in theater, doing office work, teaching, and editing. During that time, she wrote in the evenings, on weekends, and on vacations, as well as at odd moments while working. Now she writes as close to full-time as possible. When she isn't writing, visiting schools, or making speeches, she enjoys reading, gardening, hiking, the outdoors, and anything to do with dogs. She has received the Margaret A. Edwards Award, the Lambda Book Award and the Robert Downs Intellectual Freedom Award. She and her partner of over twenty years divide their time between small towns in Massachusetts and Maine.

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CHAPTER 1

Ms. Widmer, who taught English at Foster Academy, always said that the best way to begin a story is to start with the first important or exciting incident and then fill in the background.

So I'm going to start with the rainy Sunday last November when I met Annie Kenyon. I've wanted to be an architect since long before I could spell the word, so I've always spent a lot of time at museums. That day, to help focus my ideas for the solar house I was designing for my senior project, I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, to visit the Temple of Dendur and the American Wing.

The museum was so full of people I decided to start with the American Wing, because it's sometimes less crowded, especially up on the third floor where I wanted to go. And at first it seemed as if that was going to be true. When I got to the top of the stairs, everything was so quiet that I thought there might even be no one there at all — but as I started walking toward the colonial rooms, I heard someone singing. I remember I stood and listened for a minute and then went toward the sound, mostly out of curiosity, but also because whoever it was had a wonderful voice.

There was a girl about my age — seventeen — sitting at a window in one of the oldest colonial rooms, singing and gazing outside. Even though I knew that the only thing outside that window was a painted backdrop, there was something about the girl, the gray cape she was wearing, and the song she was singing, that made it easy to imagine "Plimoth" Plantation or Massachusetts Bay Colony outside instead. The girl looked as if she could have been a young colonial woman, and her song seemed sad, at least the feeling behind it did; I didn't pay much attention to the words.

After a moment or two, the girl stopped singing, although she still kept looking out the window.

"Don't stop," I heard myself saying. "Please."

The girl jumped as if my voice had frightened her, and she turned around. She had very long black hair, and a round face with a small little-kid's nose and a sad-looking mouth — but it was her eyes I noticed most. They were as black as her hair and they looked as if there was more behind them than another person could possibly ever know.

"Oh," she said, putting her hand to her throat — it was a surprisingly long, slender hand, in contrast to the roundness of her face. "You startled me! I didn't know anyone was there." She pulled her cape more closely around her.

"It was beautiful, the singing," I said quickly, before I could feel self-conscious. I smiled at her; she smiled back, tentatively, as if she were still getting over being startled. "I don't know what that song was, but it sounded just like something someone would have sung in this room."

The girl's smile deepened and her eyes sparkled for just a second. "Oh, do you really think so?" she said. "It wasn't a real song — I was just making it up as I went along. I was pretending that I was a colonial girl who missed England — you know, her best friend, things like that. And her dog — she'd been allowed to take her cat but not her dog." She laughed. "I think the dog's name was something terribly original like Spot."

I laughed, too, and then I couldn't think of anything more to say.

The girl walked to the door as if she were going to leave, so I quickly said, "Do you come here often?" Immediately I felt myself cringe at how dumb it sounded.

She didn't seem to think it was dumb. She shook her head as if it were a serious question and said, "No. I have to spend a lot of time practicing, only that gets dull sometimes." She tossed her hair back over the shoulder of her cape. The cape fell open a little and I could see that under it she was wearing a very uncolonial pair of green corduroy jeans and a brown sweater.

"Practicing?" I asked. "Singing, you mean?"

She nodded and said in an offhand way, "I'm in this special group at school. We keep having to give recitals. Do you come here often?" She was standing fairly close to me now, leaning against the door frame, her head tipped a little to one side.

I told her I did and explained about wanting to be an architect and about the solar house. When I said I was going to the Temple of Dendur, she said she'd never seen it except from outside the museum, and asked, "Mind if I come?"

I was surprised to find that I didn't; I usually like to be by myself in museums, especially when I'm working on something. "No," I said. "Okay — I mean, no, I don't mind."

We walked all the way downstairs, me feeling kind of awkward, before I had the sense to say, "What's your name?"

"Annie Kenyon," she said. "What ... what's that?"

I said "Liza Winthrop" before I realized that wasn't what she'd asked. We'd just gotten to the medieval art section, which is a big open room with a magnificent choir screen — an enormous gold-painted wrought-iron grating — running across the whole back section. Annie stood in front of it, her eyes very bright.

"It's from a Spanish cathedral," I said, showing off. "1668 ..."

"It's beautiful," Annie interrupted. She stood there silently, as if in awe of the screen, and then bowed her head. Two or three people coming in glanced at her curiously and I tried to tell myself it was ridiculous for me to feel uneasy. You could walk away, I remember thinking; you don't know this person at all. Maybe she's crazy. Maybe she's some kind of religious fanatic.

But I didn't walk away, and in a couple of seconds she turned, smiling. "I'm sorry," she said as we left the room, "if I embarrassed you"

"That's okay," I said.

Even so, I led Annie fairly quickly to the Hall of Arms and Armor, which I usually go through on my way to the temple. The Hall is one of my favorite parts of the museum — one is greeted at its door by a life-sized procession of knights in full armor, on horseback. The first knight has his lance at the ready, pointed straight ahead, which means right at whoever walks in.

Annie seemed to love it. I think that's one of the first things that made me decide I really did like her, even though she seemed a little strange. "Oh — look!" she exclaimed, walking around the procession. "Oh — they're wonderful!" She walked faster, flourishing an imaginary lance, and then began prancing as if she were on horseback herself.

Part of me wanted to join in; as I said, I've always loved those knights myself, and besides, I'd been a King Arthur nut when I was little. But the other part of me was stiff with embarrassment. "Annie," I began, in the warning voice my mother used to use when my brother and I got too exuberant as children. But by then Annie had pretended to fall off her horse, dropping her lance. She drew an imaginary sword so convincingly I knew I was admiring her skill in spite of myself, and then when she cried, "En garde! Stand and fight or I'll run you through!" I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep from smiling much longer. "If you do not fight me, knight," she said, "you will rue the day that ever you unhorsed me here in this green wood!"

I had to laugh then, her mood was so catching. Besides, by then I'd noticed that the only other people around were a couple of little boys at the opposite end of the Hall. In the next minute I completely stopped resisting. I imagined a horse and leapt down from it, crying in my best King Arthur style, "I will not fight an unhorsed knight and me mounted. But now that I am on the ground, you will not live to tell the tale of this day's battle!" I pretended to throw aside my lance and draw a sword, too.

"Nor you!" cried Annie with a lack of logic that we laughed about later. "Have at you, then!" she shouted, swiping at me with her sword.

In another minute we were both hopping in and out of the procession of knights, laying about with our imaginary swords and shouting chivalrous insults at each other. After about the third insult, the little boys left the other end of the Hall and came over to watch us.

"I'm for the one in the cape!" one of them shouted. "Go, Cape!"

"I'm not," said his friend. "Go, Raincoat!"

Annie and I caught each other's eyes and I realized that we were making a silent agreement to fight on till the death for the benefit of our audience. The only trouble was, I wasn't sure how we were going to signal each other which one of us was going to die and when.

"Here — what's going on here? Stop that, you two, this instant — old enough to know better, aren't you?" I felt a strong hand close around my shoulder and I turned and saw the uniform of a museum guard topped by a very red, very angry face.

"We're terribly sorry, sir," Annie said, with a look of such innocence I didn't see how anyone could possibly be angry at her. "The knights are so — so splendid! I've never seen them before — I got carried away."

"Harrumph!" the guard said, loosening his hold on my shoulder and saying again, "Old enough to know better, both of you." He glared at the two little boys, who by now were huddled together, mouths wide open. "Don't let this give you any ideas," he roared after them as they scurried off like a pair of frightened field mice. When they were gone, the guard scowled at us again — his forehead scowled, that is, but his eyes didn't look angry. "Darn good fight," he grunted. "Ought to do Shakespeare in the Park, you two. But no more," he said, shaking his finger. "Not here — understand?"

"Oh, yes, sir," Annie said contritely, and I nodded, and we stood there practically holding our breaths as he lumbered away. The second he was gone, we both burst out laughing.

"Oh, Liza," Annie said, "I don't know when I've had so much fun."

"Neither do I," I said truthfully. "And, hey, guess what? I wasn't even embarrassed, except right at the beginning."

Then a funny thing happened. We looked at each other, really looked, I mean, for the first time, and for a moment or two I don't think I could have told anyone my name, let alone where I was. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before, and I think — I know — it scared me.

It was a bit longer before I could speak, and even then all I could say was, "Come on — the temple's this way."

We went silently through the Egyptian section, and I watched Annie's face as we walked into the Sackler Wing and she saw the Temple of Dendur, with the pool and open space in front of it. It's a sight that stuns most people, and it still stuns me, even though I've been there many times. It's the absence of shadows, I think, and the brightness — stark and pure, even on a day as rainy as that one was. Light streams in through glass panels that are as open as the sky and reflects from the pool, making the temple's present setting seem as vast and changeable as its original one on the river Nile must have been thousands of years ago.

Annie gasped as soon as we walked in. "It's outdoors!" she said. "Like it, I mean. But — but exactly like it." She threw out her arms as if embracing all of it, and let out her breath in an exasperated sigh, as if she were frustrated at not being able to find the right words.

"I know," I said; I'd never felt I'd found the right words, either — and Annie smiled. Then, her back very straight, she walked slowly around the pool and up to the temple as if she were the goddess Isis herself, inspecting it for the first time and approving.

When she came back, she stood so close to me our hands would have touched if we'd moved them. "Thank you," she said softly, "for showing me this. The choir screen, too." She stepped back a little. "This room seems like you." She smiled. "Bright and clear. Not somber like me and the choir screen."

"But you're ..." I stopped, realizing I was about to say beautiful — surprised at thinking it, and confused again.

Annie's smile deepened as if she'd heard my thought, but then she turned away. "I should go," she said. "It's getting late."

"Where do you live?" The words slipped out before I could think much about them. But there didn't seem any reason not to ask.

"Way uptown," Annie said, after hesitating a moment. "Here ..." She pushed her cape back and groped in a pocket, pulling out a pencil stub and a little notebook. She scribbled her address and phone number, tore the page off, and handed it to me. "Now you have to give me yours."

I did, and then we just sort of chatted as we walked back through the Egyptian section and outside into the rain. I don't remember what we said; but I do remember feeling that something important had happened, and that words didn't matter much.

In a few more minutes, Annie was on a crosstown bus, and I was heading in the opposite direction to get the IRT subway home to Brooklyn. I was halfway home before I realized I hadn't done any thinking about my solar-house project at all.

CHAPTER 2

The next day, Monday, was warm, more like October than November, and I was surprised to see that there were still leaves left on the trees after the rain the day before. The leaves on the street were almost dry, at least the top layer of them, and my brother Chad and I shuffled through them as we walked to school. Chad's two years younger than I, and he's supposed to look like me: short, square, and blue-eyed, with what Mom calls a "heart-shaped face."

About three years after Mom and Dad were married, they moved from Cambridge, Massachusetts, where MIT is, to Brooklyn Heights, just across from lower Manhattan. The Heights isn't at all like Manhattan, the part of New York that most people visit — in many ways it's more like a town than a city. It has more trees and flowers and bushes than Manhattan, and it doesn't have lots of big fancy stores, or vast office buildings, or the same bustling atmosphere. Most of the buildings in the Heights are residential — four or five-story brownstones with little back and front gardens. I've always liked living there, although it does have a tendency to be a bit dull in that nearly everyone is white, and most people's parents have jobs as doctors, lawyers, professors — or VIP's in brokerage firms, publishing houses, or the advertising business.

Anyway, as Chad and I shuffled through the leaves to school that Monday morning, Chad was muttering the Powers of Congress and I was thinking about Annie. I wondered if I'd hear from her and if I'd have the nerve to call her if I didn't. I had put the scrap of paper with her address on it in the corner of my mirror where I would see it whenever I had to brush my hair, so I thought I probably would call her if she didn't call me first.

Chad tugged my arm; he looked annoyed — no, exasperated.

"Huh?" I said.

"Where are you, Liza? I just went through the whole list of the Powers of Congress and then asked you if it was right and you didn't even say anything."

"Good grief, Chad, I don't remember the whole list."

"I don't see why not, you always get A's in everything. What's the point of learning something sophomore year if you're only going to forget it by the time you're a senior?" He shoved his hair back in the way that usually makes Dad say he needs a haircut, and picked up a double handful of leaves, cascading them over my head and grinning — Chad's never been able to stay mad at anyone very long. "You must be in love or something, Lize," he said, using the one-syllable nickname he has for me. Then he went back to my real name and chanted, "Liza's in love, Liza's in love ..."

Funny, that he said that.

By then we were almost at school, but I slung my book bag over my shoulder and pelted him with leaves the rest of the way to the door.

Foster Academy looks like an old wooden Victorian mansion, which is exactly what it was before it was made into an independent — private — school running from kindergarten through twelfth grade. Some of the turrets and gingerbready decorations on its dingy white main building had begun to crumble away since I'd been in Upper School (high school), and each year more kids had left to go to public school. Since most of Foster's money came from tuition and there were only about thirty kids per class, losing more than a couple of students a year was a major disaster. So that fall the Board of Trustees had consulted a professional fund raiser who had helped "launch" a "major campaign," as Mrs. Poindexter, the headmistress, was fond of saying. By November, the parents' publicity committee had put posters all over the Heights asking people to give money to help the school survive, and there were regular newspaper ads, and plans for a student recruitment drive in the spring. As a matter of fact, when I threw my last handful of leaves at Chad that morning, I almost hit the publicity chairman for the fund drive instead — Mr. Piccolo, father of one of the freshmen.

(Continues…)



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Annie on My Mind 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 111 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This story was so amazing. I couldn't put it down! I got in so much trouble in school for reading it during class. This book was heart-warming, as well as breaking. It brought back emotions I have not felt in a while. This book helped me find stength in myself. We all have mountains to climb. This book helped me start heading toward the summit.
TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
Nancy Garden's ANNIE ON MY MIND, originally published in 1982, was recently re-released. (It includes an interview with the author herself.)

The book represents an early example of realistic young adult fiction depicting a lesbian relationship between two high school seniors. It is still a fitting portrayal for today's teens.

Liza and Annie meet in a New York museum and develop a fast friendship. Both seem to realize there is something different about their relationship, but admitting that at the start is difficult for both. The story is told as Annie remembers it, and focuses mostly on her struggle to accept the facts she is learning about herself.

The book's first half takes the reader into the growing friendship between the girls. There is considerable time spent describing how they discover their common interests and the activities they find to spend time together. The girls come from different backgrounds - Liza attends a relatively sheltered, private school currently struggling with financial difficulties, while Annie attends public school and is faced with drugs, violence, and other social problems public schools must deal with both then and now.

As the girls' relationship develops, the plot becomes more involved in Liza's role as student council president and her school's struggle with a fund-raising campaign. Liza and Annie begin to accept the true direction of their friendship, and of course, as other people become aware, controversy surfaces. Will the admission of their gay lifestyle cause acceptance or abandonment by family and friends? Could their situation adversely affect a similar relationship between two teachers in Liza's private school?

ANNIE ON MY MIND delves into the acceptance of homosexuality. It seems there will always be two sides to this controversy, but the re-release of the book may ask readers to decide if things are changing as time passes. What really matters in love - what is "right" for those involved or what is perceived as "right" by those whose views may differ?
Amanda_Marie_Rhiannon More than 1 year ago
I just finished this book, and have given it off to let my best friend read it. I can't wait for it back because I know I'll read it again...and again...and again. It made me think of myself, that there will always be something to climb to be happy, but happiness does happen if you work for it. I loved it. It is a must read!
AdeleBecker More than 1 year ago
Liza and Annie are both great role models in that they love who they are, and are in a very healthy relationship. They have to deal with discrimination, homophobes, and shame, but they still pull through.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Nancy Garden¿s ANNIE ON MY MIND, originally published in 1982, was recently re-released. (It includes an interview with the author herself.) The book represents an early example of realistic young adult fiction depicting a lesbian relationship between two high school seniors. It is still a fitting portrayal for today¿s teens. Liza and Annie meet in a New York museum and develop a fast friendship. Both seem to realize there is something different about their relationship, but admitting that at the start is difficult for both. The story is told as Annie remembers it, and focuses mostly on her struggle to accept the facts she is learning about herself. The book¿s first half takes the reader into the growing friendship between the girls. There is considerable time spent describing how they discover their common interests and the activities they find to spend time together. The girls come from different backgrounds ¿ Liza attends a relatively sheltered, private school currently struggling with financial difficulties, while Annie attends public school and is faced with drugs, violence, and other social problems public schools must deal with both then and now. As the girls¿ relationship develops, the plot becomes more involved in Liza¿s role as student council president and her school¿s struggle with a fund-raising campaign. Liza and Annie begin to accept the true direction of their friendship, and of course, as other people become aware, controversy surfaces. Will the admission of their gay lifestyle cause acceptance or abandonment by family and friends? Could their situation adversely affect a similar relationship between two teachers in Liza¿s private school? ANNIE ON MY MIND delves into the acceptance of homosexuality. It seems there will always be two sides to this controversy, but the re-release of the book may ask readers to decide if things are changing as time passes. What really matters in love ¿ what is ¿right¿ for those involved or what is perceived as ¿right¿ by those whose views may differ? **Reviewed by: Sally Kruger, aka 'Readingjunky'
Guest More than 1 year ago
I was disappointed with Annie On My Mind. The narrative voice was stiff, and the language style, dialogue, and some of the plot ideas were so dated, I felt like I was reading something written in and set in the 1950s rather than the 70s or 80s. For example, the narrator loses her status as class president because she fails to report a peer for piercing other students' ears. The book was published in 1982. The author was a young lesbian herself in the 50s. I would love her to rewrite the book with a more authentic, updated narrative voice. In a world of crazy conservative anti-gay activism, lesbians need to be realistically represented so that today's young lesbians can identify.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read it as a high school student, and I re-read it as a high school teacher. It is a very bland and formulaic romance novel for young readers. It is a good read for youngsters with questions, but I don't think its destined to be a classic. It owes its popularity to the controversy surrounding it, rather than quality writing.
Guest More than 1 year ago
this book was awsome... it maded me relize who i am and was to be in the future...this book is for anyone...especially for ones who are quesstioning their sexuallity...it leaves knots in your stomach because of the pain they endure, but its a beautiful love story about love lust and pain
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is a must-read. I mean everyday at school I would read it, and try to hide what I was reading to my friends, it was soO gewd. But then one day I got caught by one of my close friends, just when I was about to finish. Yet, she didn't care that she saw it and she even wanted to read it herself! READ THIS BOOK, PLEASE!
inkstained on LibraryThing 3 months ago
This book was a pivotal novel of it's time, and while I consider the writing to be trite at times, it's important to recognize that anything other than that wouldn't have been published in the early 80's. The story itself is a genuinely sweet one, with some very romantic scenes, and the author's treatment of the consequences of the teachers coming out publicly was honest. Although it would be difficult for teachers to be fired for their sexuality today in a public school system, it's not impossible, or unheard of in private prep schools. This book is still relevant to today's teen reader and doesn't have too much of that icky dated feel that some older teen novels do. I definitely recommend this to any teen wanting to read a reassuring love story.
kewpie on LibraryThing 3 months ago
The Plot: Liza and Annie meet and fall in love. Both girls struggle with prejudice and self doubt, but they come out stronger in the end. The Background: Until this book was written, young adult literature rarely mentioned gay or lesbian teenagers. The few that did usually cast the characters in a negative or tragic light. This was the first novel for teens with a lesbian protagonist whose sexuality is portrayed in a positive and hopeful light. While the book is over 25 years old, it doesn't feel dated.
Heather19 on LibraryThing 3 months ago
A very good teenage coming-out type story about a girl who realizes her feelings for her best friend, but many people and situations stand in their way.
heidialice on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Liza, conventional senior class president of her prep school, meets imaginative and playful Annie and begins an ¿exclusive friendship¿ that becomes a romantic relationship.Beautiful, sweet and mostly very joyful. I enjoyed this beginning to end. I am surprised that many Amazon reviewers found it dated, because I thought it had aged rather well.
Crowyhead on LibraryThing 3 months ago
I agree with silleeputtee's review -- this book was a bit of a lifesaver for me, and is still a reassuring read. It's both historically important and also remains a really great book.
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ToriReads More than 1 year ago
A little dated but still a pretty good book. I read in middle school and recently reread it and its still pretty good. Nice F/F story
MichelleChung More than 1 year ago
I read this book so long ago, but it has always remained in my heart. It was the first lesbian book I ever read and I remember it being beautifully written. I enjoyed it :)
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I finished this book in 10 hrs!!! I could not put it down. I've never had to question my sexuality or anything. (I've always known I was a laesbian) But, I'm a sucker for a good love story especially involving lesbians. And, its just so good and could be a great help to those who are questioning. They will definitely find comfort in Liza. And, of course I TOLD my girlfiend to read this book!!! LOL!!!
nottohave More than 1 year ago
This book just made me feel even more better. Some people might not agree that this book isn't very classic, but i think it has a classic background and the characters are pretty interesting. It's really like a story about two young maiden in-love. When i read this book i couldn't make my heart stop throbbing so fast when it comes to the climax scene ( well for me ). It was emotional, deep thinking and... well i think it's also magical ( if i use the word rightly hehe. ) It brought me the madness, bored, nervous and the happiness in every scenes from Liza and Annie. Yet, i couldn't put the book down for long. It keeps in me, like i want to know what's really going to happen to Liza and Annie after they meet, fallen in love, facing their life troubles, struggling moments. To me, this book is a great classic -love story about young maidens fallen in love at the first sight. And uhm.. I don't quite know how to put my last thought in words.. but I think people who loves this book would feels similar to me. This book made me feel beautiful about being in love, yet being in-love with the person who would feel the same as you. And i love the plot, everything changes slowly and very make sense to me how the characters would be that way in the story. Pretty delightful...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read a lot of books and Annie on My Mind is by far the BEST. Annie on My Mind is a book that I would recommend to anyone no matter what books they like to read. Annie on My Mind is a very will written book that captures the importance in a relationship such as love and lust.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
this is one of the best books i have ever read in my whole life! i couldnt put it down. anyone will love this book gay or not.
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