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Easily one of my favorite books of nonfiction. Chelsea makes you feel included, on the joke, on the memory, on the specificity of a small moment. She does it dryly, like you’re watching her eat cereal or drink coffee and over breakfast she’s reciting it all to you. What a privilege to read! I’d say to, to feel like my own “dumb“ teenager years are also encapsulated in this neon book is to feel like it’s a shared time capsule. Full of Hansen brother magazine scraps and a glue gun and black eyeliner and toilet paper and a burned CD of drum solos and first loves and better loves.

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4.0

The last read for 2018 which is weirdly convenient. This year has been a roller coaster in a scary good way. This year I really grew up. And in this book I watched Chelsea grow up.

This book was honest and simple and I enjoyed devouring it to the very last bit. I'm really filled with this bittersweet feeling after I've finished this. And also I feel like I have to say something that I'm not really sure of so I'll just end with this quote:
"I was disappointed, but I had been disappointed many times before, and I knew that disappointment was a feeling that not only fades but also makes future disappointments more bearable."

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5.0

One part what if Joan Didion was a Poor. One part what if John Dolan was a Girl. And one part, the best part, what if Chelsea Martin was one hundred percent brilliantly herself.

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5.0

One part what if Joan Didion was a Poor. One part what if John Dolan was a Girl. And one part, the best part, what if Chelsea Martin was one hundred percent brilliantly herself.

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5.0

This is the writing I want to read and the writing I want to do all in one book. So deeply personal and yet even in microscopic details I found familiarity and even shocking levels of parallel.

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