Dear Diary…
From Dear Diary by Lesley Arfin, one of the new books I’m reviewing this month for UR Chicago:
When I was in middle school, if you did not own a brand new Il Bisonte pocketbook on the very first day of school, then you were basically doomed to be a loser 4ever. BTW, “pocketbook” is the best word. I’m going to startd a band called Pocketbook.
Ah, a girl after my band-naming heart.
In another part of the book Arfin recalls a horrible party she went to in the 6th grade:
About five girls with thick eyebrows and clear braces cornered me. They told me in the nicest way to go home because everyone hated me and I wasn’t wanted there. It was hard enough to muster the courage to go at all, but I had this pride thing going on where I wanted to show my ex-friends that I couldn’t be controlled, sort of like Bush trying to get rid of terrorism.