Literary and Cinematic High School Regression Day

So, I left H__'s this morning, stopping by a new and different Starbuck's for the drive home, and watched a very interesting film called, Gypsy 83.

It is the story of a young woman (Gypsy 83) and her misfit friend, Clive, who leave their small town home of Sandusky, Ohio and go to New York so that Gypsy can perform at The Night of 1,000 Stevies, as she is a Stevie Nicks impersonator. Apparently, this is a large subculture. Anyway, on their adventures, they met a washed-up lounge singer, played fiercely by Karen Black, and an escapee Amish man. I thought the film was very interesting and a great coming of age flick for a certain audience.

I then read a book I bought solely because of the blurb on the cover, which is blatantly pathetic, but there you go. It said:

If this isn't really Alice Sebold, Donna Tartt or Barbara Vine writing under a pseudonym...

And I so love Donna Tartt, that I tried it.

First of all, it has a pink cover. Second of all, it has the off-putting title of The Bitch Posse.
Thirdly, it turned out to be a pretty good book. The characters are well developed, and sadly real. And the author makes good use of the old saw about a butterfly wings changing the weather around the world. She follows the lives of three women, chronicled the lives they create after experiencing a very dramatic event. The event, the great tragedy, is withheld until the very end, wrapping up the story very neatly. Very complex characters, and it was well written.

But was it Donna Tartt? Heck, no. But I fell for it.