When I went to Vietnam, I packed a suitcase…a pair of knee-high white boots…a platinum-blonde wig…tape shoes. Heaps of Max Factor make-up.
I was sixteen years old, and I was going to war.
I didn’t have a clue.
By the time I came back, I’d seen mud and blood and tears. I’d sung and I’d danced while bombs exploded not far away. I’d lain flat on my face while bullets cracked over my head. I’d laughed hysterically and I’d cried more than I’d ever cried before…
I’d seen people die.
I didn’t come back the same girl I was when I left.
Glamorous, dancing Kathy is heading to war beside her two friends, Gaynor and Layla. She’s not worried. She’ll come back. But when she arrives, she starts to wonder if a war zone is the place for a go-go dancer like herself.
“Look,” I said, all reasonable. “I know there’s a war on, Mick. We’re going as dancers. We’re entertainers. We’ll be on stage. We won’t be anywhere near a Vietcong. What could happen to us? I mean, really?”
Like I said, I didn’t have a clue.
Author: Pamela Rushby
My Rating: 4 stars
This book was really well written. And scary, too, knowing the things that happened in that war. People were killed, tortured, and when the survivors got home, the World War veterans told them they hadn’t even fought a real war. That’s cruel.
I might have given this book a 5, if it wasn’t for a few words and parts that don’t bear repeating. Yes, it could have done with a clearing of certain words.
As I said before, the writing was great — I was hooked from the beginning. I wanted to know how this city dancer had ended up at war. And it really was quite funny how she ended up in a trio called the Hipchicks with a girl she’d never even seen before in her life.
Then there’s this horrible, sad twist at the end, leaving Kathy back in Australia, so lost, so mad at herself.
I think it’s a great book. Definitely worth the read.