When Lesley wrote about Sheryl Rosenthal (it's funny how you remember everyone's first and last name like that) making her feel 'retarded' back in the 6th grade, the world was a dark, lonely place and she could see no light at the end of the tunnel. When she discovered heroin, things got even worse. Today, with the perspective only rock bottom can give you, Lesley looks back at the apocalypse that was adolescence and asks, 'What the hell was I talking about?'
This book is a collection of a girl's funniest diary entries from 12 to 25 years old. She updates each entry by tracking down the people involved and asking awkward questions like, 'Do you remember when I tried to beat you up?' Sometimes old friends apologize. Sometimes they become new enemies. No matter who she talks to about the days we all discovered sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll, one thing becomes abundantly clear: Boys are totally immature.
'Here's your chance to have all the benefits of a tortured adolescence without the shitty childhood. Congratulations!' -Sarah Silverman