Cringe: Teenage Diaries, Journals, Notes, Letters, Poems, and Abandoned Rock Operas
Did you keep a diary during your teen years? Do you have a box of loopy-cursive, never-sent notes to your crush? Or some overwrought poetry about your b...more
Not an empty diary or journal but rather a trip down memory lane to inspire the secret keeper within.... Editorial Reviews Product Description Did you keep a diary during your teen years? Do you have a box of loopy-cursive, never-sent notes to your crush? Or some overwrought poetry about your bleak existence? An unfinished rockopera? Well, youâre not alone, and in Cringe, youâll find a reason to unearth your adolescent angst and have a good laughâat yourself. A compilation of real teenage diary and journal entries, letters, songs, stories, and listsâalong with biting commentary, background, and self-examination from the now so-called grown-ups who wrote themâCringe offers a voyeuristic glimpse at the roller coaster of youth in all of its navel-gazing, soul-searching, social-skewering glory. Cringe -worthy excerpts include Really bad poetry: I lumber like the sad clown with the hope that my performance might make you smile. Yet I am a flickering star over a cloudy sky. Blush-inducing pep talks: OK. Itâs the end of February. No more kidding around! You have to go out with someone! You havenât gone out with someone since the summer! At least fool around with someone! Come on! Youâve got it in ya! Questionable motivations: My mom is madly in love with her boyfriend. . . . Cool! Heâs so rich . . . I could get a lot out of thisâ vacations, a carâif he buys my mom one + she gives me hersâpsyche! And rages against the world at large: I am living in a dream world. Wishes are a bunch of crap. They never come true so whatâs the use of even wasting your time hoping theyâll come true when they donât? Inspired by the New Yorkâbased reading series of the same name, Cringe will help you realize that being a grown-up isnât all that terrible. At least you donât have to worry about whoâs going to be at the mall anymore.
Maybe I'm a mean mom, but I'm really considering getting this and keeping it around the house for my daughter to discover round about the age of 15. Chock full of bad poetry, self indulgent navel gazing, heartbreak, angst and all the other stuff you're too embarrassed to remember.