A Thousand Paper Stars to Rewrite Our Painful Youth
Language: en
I was living inside one of those old-school, overly dramatic YA novels. I ran a little shop called The Sparkle Box. Today, the 'heroine' and the 'mean girl' visited my store. They both zeroed in on the exact same crystal barrette. A stream of text—my private "Commentary comments"—popped up in front of me. [The two sisters are fundamentally the same.] [God, I hate this heroine. She wants it so badly but plays the untouchable Golden Girl.] [Seriously, this tired catfight trope? Don't they have other boys? Don't they have other barrettes?] Of course, we had others. I reached beneath the…