Author: Janice Erlbaum
Paperback: 272 pages
Publisher: Villard (March 6, 2007)
From the back of the book:
At fifteen, sick of her unbearable and increasingly dangerous home life, Janice Erlbaum walked out of her family’s Brooklyn apartment and didn’t look back. From her first frightening night at a shelter, Janice knew she was in over her head. She was beaten up, shaken down, and nearly stabbed by a pregnant girl. But it was still better than living at home. As Janice slipped further into street life, she nevertheless attended high school, harbored crushes, and even played the lead in the spring musical. She also roamed the streets, clubs, bars, and parks of New York City with her two best girlfriends, on the prowl for hard drugs and boys on skateboards. Together they scored coke at Danceteria, smoked angel dust in East Village squats, commiserated over their crazy mothers, and slept with one another’s boyfriends on a regular basis.
A wry, mesmerizing portrait of being underprivileged, underage, and underdressed in 1980s New York City, Girlbomb provides an unflinching look at street life, survival sex, female friendships, and first loves.
Reading memoir's are a new favorite of mine. It's like reading into someone's diary and being inside their head. Plus, let's face it for some reason it satisfies my curiosity, or if we call it what it actually is, my desire to be nosey.
My heart went out to Janice. I admired Janice. Janice was a strong woman, regardless of how she felt about it. Her life (and this may sound snarky but it's not) played out like a Lifetime movie. I really like how the book ended on a realistic high note. Because even though life isn't always happy, you still have to find the good with the bad.
Rating: 5 out of 5