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| Clever Girl... >> Writing >> Mr Perfect... >> Intro Introduction: Story Of A Girl If most novels are thinly veiled autobiographies, this one is more thinly veiled than most. I make no pretense - I am Victoria Annandale. Every bitchy thought, every rambling diatribe, every pathetic exclamation... It's all mine. I by no means claim to be the world's greatest writer - I have friends five times as eloquent as I'll ever be. Nor do I claim to be "every girl", the Bridget Jones of my generation. I hope for the sake of teenage girls everywhere that I'm not. I merely want to make sense of the past three years, to understand how the hell I ever got into this bottomless pit of cynicism. And if you'd like to come along for the ride, well, that's great. Maybe I'll be able to make you laugh, cry (hopefully not out of boredom), or even groan with frustration. And perhaps there will even be moments when I become the melodramatic heroine I currently personify only within the recesses of my own mind. It's hard to believe that only ten months ago I was so hopeful and naive. I truly believed that I was special, that I somehow had a destiny to fulfill - of fame, fortune, and deep, everlasting love. But when what is apparently logical is never fulfilled, when the very foundations upon which your life is built are false - what are you left with? The first twenty minutes of a B-grade teen film? But I digress. To truly understand how I reached this disillusioned state we must first cast our minds back a little over three years ago. October 1st, 1997... back |
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