And it looks like this:
NOTES TO BOYS (AND OTHER THINGS I SHOULDN’T SHARE IN PUBLIC) is a “mortifying memoir” from best-selling author and tv/film writer Pamela Ribon. Miserably trapped in small town Texas with no invention of the Internet in sight, Ribon spent countless hours of her high school years writing letters to her (often unrequited) crushes. The big question is why she always kept a copy for herself. Wince along with Ribon as she tries to understand exactly how she ever thought she’d win a boy’s heart by writing him a letter that began: “Share with me your soul,” and ends with some remarkably awkward erotica. You’ll come for the incredibly bad poetry, but you’ll stay for the incredibly bad poetry about racism.
Early reviews:
“OH MY GOD WHY DID I EVEN GLANCE AT IT, WE CAN NO LONGER BE FRIENDS I’M UNCOMFORTABLE!” — Glark, Previously.TV
Read it with your eyes closed starting Feb. 11, 2014.
You can pre-order it in hardcover here. You can add it to your Goodreads feed right here.
!!!!!!!! ALL CAPS I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS!!!!!!
Hooray!
I pre-ordered it the other day and can’t wait to receive it. I love your writing.
T.
very excited since Little Pam made an appearance at Book People. :)
Just in time for Not-Valentine’s Day!
Christmas-time erased my list of “Books I Want”. Always keen to get updates for gift ideas, this will make my Mom very happy.
I feel like my previous post was overdressed for the comments section. So there. I’ve loosened my tie a little.
YAY YAY YAY. I HAVE MISSED YOU. XO
I am excited. That book sounds hilarious.
I’m sure we have all written the contents of this book at some time in our awkward years. You, I’m sure, have just written it better and funnier. Can’t wait!
Cleaning out my mom’s house this year, I painfully cringed at some of my overly complicatedly folded middle school notes I found in my old room, where I had written that I just couldn’t believe I was changing schools and would somehow have to find a way to live without that boy that I’d never ever spoken to even once. Hee.
Found my way here from Scalzi’s site, with hands raised to ward off the air daggers, just to say “Ouch” and to try to resist the urge to write you just the same kind of letter (much discussion of you and I being soul sisters, no doubt). I don’t recall ever having written a letter like that to a boy at that age, but I could so easily have done so. And they’d be *exactly* as cringe-making and inappropriate. Thanks for reminding me how it felt to be a teenager!
Mine came in the mail a couple of days ago. Yay!