I attended my high school reunion last weekend in Omaha, Nebraska. I had the privilege of planning the reunion, which comes with the added bonus of having to take a few thousand dollar loss when several people decide not to pay the fee. Before the reunion weekend, I took the week off for vacation, mostly relaxing, eating mom's wonderful (and excessive) cooking and rereading Tim O'Brien's July, July. Nicole Baran, a friend a few years back, introduced me to the author, and I've been devouring his works ever since. I read July when it originally came out in 2002, but decided a reunion (also the subject of the book) was a great time to see if O'Brien's prose would have any connection to my experience.
Even though the Darton Hall class of 1969 was having its 31st reunion (you'll have to read the book to figure that out), O'Brien was able to create characters that are ageless in their stereotypes and behavior. While nothing as compelling as the Vietnam stories O'Brien is famous for weaving, we did have own Spook Spinelli and teenage outcast turned ordained minister.
Go to your reunion. Read the book.