I read Prozac Nation when I was, like, fifteen. Totes apropes. I was a junior in high school dating a guy in a heavy metal band (bonus: my parents hated him) and it meant something to be seen walking around with a copy of that book. It was part manifesto, part statement accessory, infuriating and deliciously … More My Year of Rest & Relaxation: “it’s actually a grand admission of the pointedness of, well, everything”

I loved Jessica Knoll’s Luckiest Girl Alive so much that I read it—and re-read it—on a Kindle. I inherited my mom’s old Kindle which was perfect at the time. I was living in Abu Dhabi and my thirst for books was not quenched by the paperbacks available in the Virgin megastore at the Abu Dhabi … More The Favorite Sister: “a decent story moderately well told”