I spent my childhood looking for the magic that comes next. I lived years swirling around inside exquisite longing, the feeling of being not quite where I belong—that exotic agony of…waiting.
It was a magic of boy crushes and dancing on second-hand couches with friends. And it was a magic of wishes, on stars and freshly fallen snow, and the scent of October creeping around the corner. The yearning was something I could never quite name, so I filled it with every story I would want to tell when I grew old.
To Someone Like Me at Seventeen is a coming-of-age collection of who you are and who you were when you were still becoming. It is full of lessons learned, stories imagined, and all the tales one collects on the edge of seventeen.
