I used to tell people that this novel is about all the embarrassing, skeevy things that happened to me when I was a 14-year-old girl growing up in 1980s San Francisco, but I waited till I was 38 to write about them. The story revolves around a girl named Candace Ong, her teen lust, and her doing things that sounded like a great idea in the beginning. When things start to get scuzzy, she finds out what she’s made of.
