![]() I could defend myself and knew which streets were cool at night and which neighborhoods a white girl like me should never, ever wander in. ![]() “I could read and write and add and do nails and fix hair and cook a chicken. She was what she referred to as a “normal” kid, meaning someone who thought high school was “a big yawn” a kid who wasn’t going to college, “no matter what anybody said”: “You wear a pretty dress, buy shoes that don’t fit, and pretend for one night that you don’t go to Carceras, you don’t live around here, you pretend that you have money, that you’re a movie star or a rap star, or anything except what you really are which is a poor kid from a broke family going nowhere. I wanted to try out Anderson’s writing without being devastated by the more heavyweight issues she usually tackles, and this warm, pleasant book with its mix of teenage angst and gentle humor fit that need perfectly.Įighteen-year-old Ashley Hannigan is a senior and even has a boyfriend, nineteen-year-old TJ Barnes, but unlike others in her cohort at Philadelphia’s Carceras High, she has absolutely no interest in going to the prom. ![]()
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