In grade school I decided I was going to be an author when I grew up. I knew I had to start somewhere, so I wrote my first book. Using my mom's Smith-Corona typewriter, I wove a thrilling tale of beauty pageants, mermaids, unicorns, and unsupervised trips to tropical islands fashioned after Fantasy Island (hey, it was the early eighties). It was called ...
How amazing was this book? So amazing that I dedicated it to my brain. MY BRAIN.
I'll spare you the entire book, but here are some choice pages.
|Some choice eighties fashions going on here. Slanted off-the-shoulder shirts, pleated skirts, uber-long hair, rainbow tops, and ... high heels on 13 year olds?|
|I named a character Stevie Nicks. Not that I had any idea of who Stevie Nicks was at the time. But hey, she won the beauty pageant.|
|No 1/4. No 3/4 or 5/8. Oh no. You liked it or you didn't, or you were clearly divided. Genius. All books should have this now. Forget Goodreads or Amazon.|