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Susan Brown, Camp Counselor


Susan Brown, Camp Counselor

Romance and thrilling adventure await! Susan is a college student doing her bit as a camp counselor for a summer job. Naturally, she meets John Clayton, a much older man who is also at camp for the summer. Susan’s junior counselor is Anne Verity, who is described as “healthy” and “developed'”. She is 17 and probably too old for camp, but her mother wants to go to Europe for the summer and her “healthy” daughter might be distracting. Anne isn’t too keen on all these arrangments, so naturally there is some trouble.

Of course there are camp pranks, competition and other camp stuff rounding out this story. Of course Susan and John are together by the end of the book and there wasn’t as much thrilling adventure as I wished.


More young romance:

Sweet Valley High

The Girl Who Wanted a Boy

The Day the Senior Class Got Married

8 Responses to Susan Brown, Camp Counselor

  • Wow! This book sounds so awful that I can’t believe it stayed on someone library shelves so long and I certainly can’t believe I read those two pages, lol. The Romeo in this book sounds like 1) a pedophile if he is a grown man pursuing a 17-yr-old, and 2) a pushy jerk because he doesn’t seem to respect anything she said about her very valid reasons for not wanting to get married. Ugh. Just ugh.

    • Actually he’d be an ephebophile. Pedophiles are only attracted to prepubescents.


      And 17 is legal in some states.

      Heck, my mom told me that when she was a kid if you weren’t married by 19 you were seen as an old maid in her town.

      Not that that excuses this, but people would’ve viewed this very differently back then.

  • I love that when they want Cokes, they search in their purses for dimes!!!! Holy smokes… The last time I got a Coke from a machine with a dime was in 1977 – and that was because my company owned an “antique machine”. Coke still supplied it with glass bottles, stamped on the bottom with where they were from originally – the bottles, not necessarily the contents.

  • The phrase “make love” never ceases to gross me out. Also, what a romantic final paragraph–she explains that she doesn’t want his life to subsume hers as a reason for not getting married, and he’s basically like, “that’s not a real reason and it doesn’t matter.” Nice guy.

  • I actually loved books like this when I was a kid. My mother had saved a lot of her Donna Parker books and I read them avidly. I used to fantasize about attending a camp like this, with canoeing and cheery songs and crisply starched uniforms…

  • When I was a kid and didn’t really know what was going on the phrase “making love” made me think of a couple fabricating love together in a machine shop somewhere. I think I probably asked my Mom what making love was and she said it was something couples do.
    Just like when I asked my Dad what a hooker was (after listening to Beauty School Dropout) and he was it was a woman who sold parts of her body, so I thought it was about organ harvesting.
    I was a weird little kid.

    • No, you were just trying to apply sense and logical to nonsensically illogical English phrases. I love the machine shop idea.

    • When I was a kid I thought after the wedding, the honeymoon was where the couple went all over the world to see different things together, and had adventures.