Remember those crazy, awkward, awful, wonderful teenage years?
So does Rainbow Rowell, author of Eleanor and Park. I wrote a review of this gem over at The Rhinestone Bookmark.
The book threw me back into the trenches of high school. Argh. Blech.
I lived on Sassy Magazine. It seemed like the antidote to "high school is the best time of your life" culture. I couldn't wait to get out. Just out. Out of my tiny town, out of my oppressive (to me) school, out of my house, and out into the big, beautiful world of grown-up-ness.
Here's a great feature on the Cult of Sassy over at NPR. I wrote the editor, Jane Pratt, and actually received a hand written letter in response. I was beyond thrilled. That was such a relevant magazine to a whole generation of young women. They treated their readers as an intelligent, indie audience that had more on their minds than lipstick and boys. (Although that was there, too.) If you were stuck in high school land, Sassy gave you some insight into the broader world. It gave me hope for my future.
The Cure was my favorite. This rarely left my stereo. Robert Smith's raw voice and that jangly guitar jolt me back to high school in a heartbeat.
Ah, The Smiths and Morrissey. How Soon Is Now is featured in Eleanor & Park. Thanks again, Ms. Rowell.
This rarely left my stereo.
My teen years centered around music. Dozens and dozens of cassettes, beloved mix tapes from friends and beaus, and my trusty Walkman that was always on the verge of battery death. Remember that wonky, slowed down version of your favorite songs because your double AAs were running down? Me too.