Books on Monday: Memoirs of a Beautiful Boy
This book is about a year old, but it’s never too late for a good, fun read, and, besides, nobody recommended it to me. Random excerpt:
When I was growing up, Mother told me that in her day, Texas sororities lumped potential pledges into two categories: “Some girls are flowers,” Mother repeated, with a cruel, cold Darwinian shrug, “and others are pots.” She’d given this to me like a coat, so I could smugly wrap myself in the comfort of being a flower at Beckendorf Junior High, while my classmates perforated me for being a fairy.”