14 October 2005 A BRIEF CHAPTER IN MY IMPOSSIBLE LIFE by Dana Reinhardt, Random House/Wendy Lamb, February 2006, ISBN: 0-385-74698-9; LIB. ISBN: 0-385-90940-3"So my free period found me in the gym leafing through pamphlets and scarfing down bite-sized Charleston Chews looking for some clubs to j...
Reviewed by Amber Gibson for TeensReadToo.comEveryone's told lies. Most lies aren't even that bad. They don't hurt anyone...they're just harmless. One night, Mariah, Anna, and Emma are off at an older boy's house, instead of at the movies like they said they would be. But when their parents show ...
I feel about frozen yogurt the way I do about cats and Broadway musicals. I’m not a fan. “Just eat it,” she says. “Make like a paying customer.” “I’m not paying for this.” She sighs. All exasperation. “I know, moron. I just started this job three days ago. I don’t want it to look like I’m screwin...
Since he couldn’t do anything about losing his hair, Dad zeroed in on losing his belly flab.“Did you have fun last night?” Sonia asked. If this were Mom, I’d know the subtext: You better have had fun, because I spent an hour mopping whipped cream off the kitchen floor. But this was sweet and easy...
I loved sitting in the Egyptian wing of the Met. I loved cruising the design exhibit at MOMA. I loved the dizzying spiral walkway in the Guggenheim and how I could never know which floor we were on. But my favorite museum turned out to be the Frick on Fifth Avenue.Half the reason to go to the Fri...
I did the reverse of the route Daphne had taught me and arrived at the meeting twenty minutes early, puffed up with a sense of accomplishment. I hung around on the sidewalk waiting for Daphne to show until Everett stuck his head out the door and said we were getting started. “Don’t you want to co...
It must have been something she read in a book. Or something a psychologist told her to tell a young child who sought some explanation for the sudden disappearance of her father. When I pushed Mom for more information about what part of his body was all done living, she told me it was his heart. ...
Did the world just get more and more mysterious? More confounding? More bewildering?There was the attic floor, of course, and then the door with no handle under her desk. There was how your best friend could step out of the way and let you split your head open, yet continue to be your best friend...