I want to know if this is the same Perdido I read when I was about 11 years old, in which there was a scene with a guy masturbating with a tampon, and a really intense sex scene on a beach. I want to re-read it as an adult. Ironically, I found it in the our Catholic Church's parish hall up in the choirloft with a bunch of white elephant table donations. Stole it!!!
The story was essentially good but, like Hollywood, was shallow. It was more of a girl's journal entries strung together. I am reminded of the Billy Crystal book of his childhood and life which could have been written this way but instead drew me into the events and made me excited for "what's next".
Perhaps I shouldn't be so hard on the book's style and its character because, perhaps, that was what the author was trying to show was the shallowness and irresponsibility of Hollywood.
Read this so long ago I can't honestly remember anything more than it being a decent read. Going through a box of books to get rid of, want to chronicle what I've read, this seems like as good a place as any.
I remember loving this book when I read it - but not enough to reread it now as I streamline my library and sent this one on to my niece. I don't know what that tells you!
I remember loving this book when I read it - but not enough to reread it now as I streamline my library and sent this one on to my niece. I don't know what that tells you!