In 1968, a “good girl” is squeaky clean. She studies hard, follows the rules, gets into college and doesn’t embarrass her parents. She doesn’t lie or drink or do drugs. She doesn’t participate in the Summer of Love or experiment with any alternative ways of living. She definitely doesn’t have premarital sex, get pregnant and upend everyone’s meticulously laid plans for her future.
For Elizabeth “Baker” Phillips, the main character in Where the Girls Were, Kate Schatz’s first novel, being a good girl is her everything. And it’s stifling. When Baker lets loose for the first time ever, joining her cousin at a New Year’s Eve concert in the Fillmore, she succumbs to the romance of the night and sleeps with a handsome young stranger.
“Five radiant weeks” and a handful of furtive encounters later, the high school senior discovers she’s not the only one on his mind. Not long after, she must face the fact that her tiredness, nausea and sore breasts are not just symptoms of heartbreak.
It’s hard to imagine this world now, from a distance of nearly 60 years. The pill existed, but was mostly prescribed to married women; it wouldn’t become legal for unmarried women in all 50 states until 1972. Roe v. Wade didn’t strike down state abortion laws until 1973. Nobody mentions condoms anywhere in the book.
Despite her book smarts, Baker is woefully unaware of the mechanics of sex and the dangers of pregnancy. (She knows, she tells her paramour, “a whole lot. And hardly anything at all.”)



