I started a new novel this month (because I am a glutton for punishment), and the first bit is over at
Monkeybicycle today. Thanks so much, Jesse Bradley and Steven Seighman, for posting it!
Jill Hankey slept over, when Justine was seven. Jill, who would later call her a lesbian and suck off most of the boys in ninth grade, brought Tiger Beat and Seventeen magazines. Justine’s mother made French bread pizzas in the toaster oven.
“Simon LeBon or John Taylor?” Jill made what Justine thought were false equivalencies; shouldn’t Nick Rhodes be factored into the equation, or Liam from Kajagoogoo? “Ricky Shroeder or Justin Bateman?”
To read more, go
here.
