![]() Plus, they actually go to hell to find Aurora’s father, a Cobain-esque musician. It’s about two girls, Aurora and the narrator: actual girls who love each other like sisters, and get nervous and beautiful and fierce and horny-and sad. A reweaving of classic Greek myth told by an unnamed teenage girl narrator, All Our Pretty Songs is set in a Seattle like 1990s Seattle, only with gods-like how Weetzie Bat’s Los Angeles is like 1980s Los Angeles, only with fairy tales. What if I hated it? What if it made our friendship weird? ![]() Still, I was nervous when Sarah sent me her first novel, All Our Pretty Songs, the first book in the Metamorphoses Trilogy. ![]() Her handwriting is clean and sure, like someone who talks with her hands and her eyes, too. Then Sarah and I became actual friends, writing each other actual in-the-mailbox letters from our apartments in New York and Chicago, and even when we left home to write in Port Townsend and Boulder. ![]() It felt like we were the two girls at the show who should be friends because they have the same weird hair, which is a wonderful feeling I thought I didn’t get to have anymore. ![]() I’d published an essay at Bookslut, about death and novels and Mia Zapata, and she wrote to say “Mia Zapata!” and that she’d grown up in Seattle, too. ![]()
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