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June 23, 2005
I got an email from my friend Anne yesterday saying “congrats on the review in San Francisco Magazine,” so naturally I hopped over to the newsstand to read it. I was in my usual writing-at-home-alone state—wrinkled T-shirt, battered jeans, muddy tennies, frizzy hair—when I opened the pages to find myself described as “an elegant-looking young dance critic.” But hey, I’ll take the compliment. It’s a great review from the straight-shooting Pamela Feinsilber, and it ends “By the conclusion, we’ve been so immersed in her tale, it feels like a resolution for all of us.” It’s not available online, but if you’re browsing the magazine racks, pick it up and take a look.
Posted by Rachel at June 23, 2005 09:40 AM
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Rachel ~ I was up 'til midnight finishing your book. We're about the same age, so it was quite an experience, re-living Guess? jeans/matching ponytail holders & socks/the 1987 top 40.
Reading it also filled me with rage -- I kept muttering, "This poor child," and hoping things would turn around for you; that someone would finally pay attention to your loneliness and grief. I am so glad to know that you grew up, that you found love, that you use your voice. Thank you for an important read.
Posted by: Sarah at June 24, 2005 08:26 AM
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