What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was just something for other people to use and admire, or envy, despise. To nail their dreams onto like a picture hanger on a blank wall. And so many girls saying, use me, dream me.
Janet Fitch (born 1955) is the author of three fiction novels. Her book, White Oleander, was an Oprah's Book Club novel.