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Girl addiction
In Bookish on October 22, 2009 at 6:43 pmChapter 1
In Bookish on March 11, 2009 at 4:42 am
I flung the Marlboro Lights onto the dashboard. They skittered across the faded green vinyl then wedged up against the windshield. My shiny metal key slipped snugly into the ignition. The hulking International Scout shook to life, its engine hoarse and raw. It sounded as if metal were eating metal and the whole thing was about to blow.
“Whoa, Tess! It’s gotten louder,” Lisa said.
“You think?” I bellowed.
Our black Labrador-poodle backed away in the driveway, a ridge of fur pricking up on his curly back. The Scout’s commotion swallowed up his scolding barks.
“It’s okay, Robber. Don’t freak,” I called out to the dog.
It was probably against the law for any vehicle to be as loud as the Scout. And decibel level wasn’t the only thing illegal about the boxy, rusted-out jeep. With its five-years’ expired registration and my learner’s permit, requiring an adult to be present whenever I drove, Lisa and I were outlaws on the dirt roads of Crested Butte. This only added to the goose bumps percolating on my forearms. Being at the wheel of my own car — at least for the summer – was a thrill. If we made it out of town without getting busted, we were home free. Read the rest of this entry »
Writing Cinnamon Girl
In Bookish on January 9, 2009 at 1:53 amI 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
