We both survived; we both grew up and made lives for ourselves. But I still can’t bear to think about that summer. We could have died so many times.
Over at the Los Angeles Review of Books, Briallen Hopper recalls a wild summer spent in her late teens while reviewing Robin Wasserman’s Girls on Fire.
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