The terrible secret
she harbored seemed far, far away to Glenda Lloyd, R.N., now that she was school
nurse at Brentwood Academy for Girls. But the Academy soon began to present
problems of its own, not the least of which was the handsome art teacher,
Elliott Hunter, and the strong, silent Paul Fields. When Glenda found herself
caught in the middle of school politics, her secrets suddenly were used as
weapons for her affections and her loyalty.
GRADE: C+
BEST QUOTES:
“ ‘These crazy girls! What makes females so emotional?’
“Glenda laughed. ‘So that you strong males can protect us,
of course!’ ”
REVIEW:
Glenda Lloyd, R.N., has left her home and position in
Pittsburgh and applied for a post in a Midwestern boarding school for girls,
Brentwood Academy. Fortunately for her, she is hired on the spot, or she would
have had to roam the countryside forever, because, you see, she is running away
from a terrible past. What that is we do not know, but we are aware of her
tortured soul by such sentences as, “Had he, perhaps, learned about— No, it
wasn’t likely.” So we won’t learn about that terrible day in January, or the
big empty house with the closed door, or Sara or Dr. Ted Hartford, until page
112, by which time the purported suspense will drop you about two inches and
you will not at all care to learn the details of what you had suspected all
along: that nurse Glenda had been accused of some terrible professional blunder
that turns out to have been no crime at all, and at book’s end 16 pages later her
guilt is completely resolved.
In the interim, however, Glenda makes friends with several
students, curing them both body and soul, particularly Jeanie Fields, who is in
a wheelchair after a car accident. She becomes so close to Jeanie that she
begins dating Jeanie’s brother Paul, a quiet, hard-working man, who keeps
house, cooks, and does the dishes, on top of caring for Jeanie, since the pair
are orphans. Paul soon falls in love with Glenda, but she’s not sure, because when
he touches her “there were no butterflies flitting about, no lightheadedness,
no sudden need for air.” This is another literary saw that author Arlene Hale
is fond of: The ordinary good guy would be a better husband than the hunky guy
who makes your pulse race but who ultimately turns out to be shiftless and
undependable. I, for one, don’t buy it.
The part of the hunky heartthrob in this case is played by Elliott
Hunter, who is fond of smooching Glenda but “wouldn’t be caught dead doing
anything more than making coffee. He had an idea it would make him a sissy.”
Savvy readers know that this is a clue that Glenda should run! Except in the
next paragraph he’s starting a fire and turning down the lights, so, all right,
maybe we can stay a little bit longer.
Elliott is fond of making derogatory remarks about the
school, the students, the headmaster, you name it, and soon we learn that he is
conspiring with the sexy English teacher Sheila Conway to oust the headmaster
and take over the place. Glenda learns of the plot, but for some mysterious
reason feels she cannot divulge it to anyone because Elliott asked her not to,
even though she thinks he is a dirty louse to betray poor Mr. Patterson like
that. Her conflict is rendered all the more paradoxical—to us, certainly not to
the one-dimensional Glenda—because it is clear that the headmaster is doing a
bad job running the school; as just one example, there’s no money for an extra
nurse when the flu epidemic breaks out and Glenda is forced to stay up all night
for days on end to care for all the ailing girls. All Glenda can think about is
that it would positively kill old Mr. P. to be relieved of his job—but then, we
are puzzled by her lack of concern for the fact that it might well kill him to
keep it, as he has a bad heart that is going to fell him at literally any
moment. In the end, Glenda circumvents her peculiar oath to silence by leaving
her diary on her desk and asking Mr. Patterson’s devoted secretary to watch the
office for 15 minutes, and when it is revealed that the secretary has perused
the telltale volume, Glenda is shocked! Because she had not intended for that
to happen at all! I think we are supposed to like her better for her total
obeisance to her strange honor, but I would have liked her better if she had
done it on purpose.
The book wraps up exactly as you think it will, and after
Glenda’s final confrontation with Elliott, she finds that when she kisses him
(OK, you’re wondering why she did at all) it’s still exploding rockets and
firecrackers, but she pulls away, thinking, “This sort of excitement wouldn’t
last. It had a way of dying out.” And then, when she next kisses Paul, guess
what?!? “For the barest moment, the sky tipped crazily.” Zowie! Maybe the
steady, dull guy can be exciting after all!
The writing isn’t terrible, and there aren’t too many loose
ends (what is the story about little Betsy sneaking out late at night? Why does
Elliott hate the school janitor so much?), so it’s not the most infuriating
VNRN I’ve read. But in School Nurse Arlene
Hale has done it again, and what I mean by that is that she has turned out
another completely perfunctory, ordinary book without the least bit of interest.
It’s not a bad book, mind you, but it is completely pedestrian in every way,
one you will soon forget and be none the worse for it.
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