Just sitting here with my Heart of Glass




In this edgy and romantic follow-up to her New York Times bestselling debut memoir, Chanel Bonfire, Wendy Lawless chronicles her misguided twenties—a darkly funny story of a girl without a roadmap for life who flees her disastrous past to find herself in the gritty heart of 1980s New York City.

Before downtown Manhattan was scrubbed clean, gentrified and overrun with designer boutiques and trendy eateries and bars, it was the center of a burgeoning art scene—both exciting and dangerous. Running from the shipwreck of her glamorous and unstable childhood with a volatile mother, Wendy Lawless landed in the center of it all. With an open heart and a thrift store wardrobe, Wendy navigated this demi-monde of jaded punk rockers, desperate actors, pulsing parties, and unexpected run-ins with her own past as she made every mistake of youth, looked for love in all the wrong places, and eventually learned how to grow up on her own.




My Review

I read this author's first book Chanel Bonfire and enjoyed it a lot. Although to be honest it was not my typical reading material. Yet, what I really liked about that book is the "rawness". Everything about the character to the story was exposed like an onion. Peeling off layer by layer added to the depth of the story. That is why I was intrigued to read the author's memoir. I wanted to get to know more about the author behind the book.

I did feel like I got to know who Wendy is as a person and not just a writer or actress. If I had to describe Wendy in three words I would say: "fearless", "intriguing", and "kind". Just like Chanel Bonfire in this memoir, Wendy does not hold back. Everything that Wendy experienced made her grow into a strong, independent twenty something woman. Yet as much as I did enjoy reading about Wendy's life I was not always focused on what I was reading. However this is a good memoir. I can not wait to read the next book written by this author.

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