As much as I embrace teeny bopper culture (and considering I have a lifesize High School Musical poster in my cubicle—which, I repeat, was not put there by me—we can probably agree that I embrace it very much), I actually don’t read too many Young Adult books. Sure, I’ll always give in to a fad like Twilight or The Hunger Games, but I rarely read a one-off YA novel.
This weekend I made an exception and devoured Before I Fall, a Groundhog Day-esque story about a high school girl who lives her last day over and over again. Let me tell you, it was goooood. I couldn’t put it down.
Of course, as with any book about—or for—teens, there was a large focus on the main character’s friendships. All the usual concerns, frustrations, giggles and moments of elation were there. It was true to what a teenage friendship is, at least from what I remember.
There’s one quote from the book that has branded itself in my brain, probably because of my already heightened interest in friendship and also because of last week’s post about infidelity:
“A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.”
A best friend, or so says author Lauren Oliver, is someone who can tell your secrets by reading your face and watching your actions. She knows when a subject matter is off-limits, and doesn’t pry. A BFF can tell which topics are too touchy to broach, and she’ll let you be the keeper of your secrets, rather than forcing you to dish.
I think the quote is spot-one. Best friends help you keep your own secrets. They’re not interested in outing your insecurities, just protecting you from them.
Right? Isn’t that how friendship works?
What about you? Do you believe there’s truth to that quote? Have you ever experienced this difference between a good friend and a best friend?