In which the YA author showcases her teenage years in all their awkward wonder. What, no one else goes cherry-picking in a fedora and sweater vest? P.S. If anyone is curious, that is a cross I was wearing. (And it was made out of wood.)
In which the YA author showcases her teenage years in all their awkward wonder. What, no one else goes cherry-picking in a fedora and sweater vest? P.S. If anyone is curious, that is a cross I was wearing. (And it was made out of wood.)