Shallow, rambling book about the empty, wasted lives of four spoiled, superficial, self-absorbed skanks who are taking way too long to grow up and grow a brain. There may be an off-chance one of them may have taken her nose out of her own navel long enough to learn the importance of relationship, but I'm not sure. If ever I thought that being the center of the universe might be fun, this book disabused me of that notion and shows that narcissism is merely boring. I hope they all got a little more discerning before the age of AIDS arrived. I don't know if any of them ever matured enough to grow a moral compass or value system, but within the amoral void between their ears, they have nothing that makes them the least bit deep, noteworthy, or interesting. The really sad part is that they reproduced. Another reread. I first read this book when it first came out around 1977. Now, I am reading it as a prelude to Davidson’s latest book, Leap!: What Will We Do With The Rest of Our Lives? Loose Change chronicles the lives of three women, including Sara herself, for the 10 years beginning with college in the 1960’s. I could identify with some of the book, though I was younger and less radical than these women. The part that bothered me, though, was the women’s dependency on men. This was apparently a mini-series in the late 70’s, but I have no recollection of that.
What do You think about Loose Change (1977)?
Read it repeatedly as a young woman, although it was about the generation just ahead of mine.
—saretan
A great historic chronicle of young women in the sixties, and how events shaped their lives.
—sharkiee00
Excellent for anyone who lived through the sixties. I loved it.
—tori1987
