Little did it occur to me at the time of writing that I was capturing a ton of early 2000s nostalgia that has now changed or become non-existent (twitter anyone?). It also hit me after watching and reading many versions of the film and book, that I had penned a modern-day version of Pride and Prejudice, one of my nightly hyper fixations. If you are a Jane Austen junkie, like me, you don't care. There's never enough Austen.
The story is also based on the era of time my Catholic mother sent my sister and I to a different high school because my sister was too wild. FRESHMAN YEAR. The worst year you could ever be relegated to newbie status. I mean, walking through those doors you're already fresh meat, and being from a different town made me a double threat: a newbie newbie. Ouch. Plus, my body was changing, doing weird shit. In a matter of weeks, none of my jeans fit and everything seemed to be in my way. Then out of nowhere I got my menses and developed boobies. Add red hair, freckles, crooked teeth. Welp, I wasn't Giselle Bundchen. However, those miserable days of awkwardness and freakdom became a great inspiration for this book and daily excuse to remind my kids that their life is sparkling unicorn ass compared to their mom's freshman year. The year I still refer to as . . . HELL.
I survived HELL and all I have to show for it is this crummy T-shirt.
Anywho, it is my deepest wish that you will download and read my little tromp through time with hints of Regency doomsday romance. Oh, and silent movies. It's clear that I know way too much about that particular topic, and now you can too for the low price of $8.
Just know that if you do read My Zygotic Creation and leave a review, I'll perform a curtsy and sing Greensleeves. Yes . . . I know . . . you've been asking for a long time . . .
As always, thank you for reading and stopping by.
