I worked hard to spill my guts when I wrote the Young Adult memoir “Wild Life,” determined not to hold back on the topics of my teenage obsessions including boys, booze, binging and purging and, of course, my gorgeous best friend Lisa. What came out wasn’t always pretty but I summoned the courage to tell the truth about my impassioned and self destructive self at 15. It’s a book about best-friendship between girls at the brink of womanhood. In my opinion, romantic relationships pale in comparison, at least for sheer emotional intensity.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on the book, and how you relate to the issues it brings up. Click on the “Comments” box below and type away.

It seems excessively self-indulgent to have a blog. I wanted it to be about what other people thought and now I see that your comments are buried in the tiny comment box. So I guess it’s going to be, “enough about me… let’s talk about me.” But please, do help save me from this quagmire of self absorbtion by writing a comment. Even a nasty comment will be a ray of sunshine, and an indicator that this blog will be more than my book’s stunted second cousin half removed…

Thanks for coming. And have a wild life.

-Amy Scripps