The Bitch Posse: A NovelThese are the confessions of the Bitch Posse. Cherry, Rennie, and Amy were outcasts, rebels, and dreamers. And their friendship was so all-encompassing that some would call it dangerous. This is the story of three women-as seniors in high school and as women in their mid-thirties---who formed a bond in order to survive the pitfalls and perils of their lives. In the present day, one of them is a wife and mother-to-be, trying to live a "normal" life. One of them is a writer who engages in a number of self-destructive relationships. And one of them is in a mental hospital---and has been ever since that one fateful night fifteen years ago, when a heart-wrenching betrayal and the unraveling of relationships led them to a point of no return, where their actions triggered unimaginable consequences. These secrets have torn them apart while inextricably binding them to one another. What happened to them? And can they survive their shared history, even today? |
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... Marian—she wants me to call her Marian—were my only female role model, I'd have shot myself three years ago, when I couldn't see far enough into the future to know there was a sliver of hope in the distance, that I could transcend Marian ...
... Marian's doorstep, don't you? They'll come back for me someday. Yeah, right. Should clue you in that she named me Cherry. Why do hippies saddle their children with wacko names like Peace, Rainbow, Moonchild? My best friend got stuck ...
... Marian appears out of nowhere, running her knuckles across her red, pasty nostrils. “You're not going out in that.” “That” is a super-tight black V-neck sweater, black miniskirt, fishnets, and combat boots. Sam likes it, but that's not ...
... Marian, you're right.” I don't mention the clothes again because she probably won't remember that the clothes were what got her started on the speech. “I'm right?” Her eyes harden into pebbles. “What's that supposed to mean?” God, I can ...
... Marian, who gets disgustingly chatty when high, and unpredictable when wired on coke. She's up for a bigger whaling tonight; I know she has it in her, and I'm sure as hell not going to be around when it happens. I grab the keys from her ...
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23Cherry | |
24Amy | |
25Rennie | |
26Cherry | |
27Amy | |
28Rennie | |
29Cherry | |
30Amy | |
8Cherry | |
9Amy | |
10Rennie | |
11Cherry | |
12Amy | |
13Rennie | |
14Cherry | |
15Amy | |
16Rennie | |
17Cherry | |
18Amy | |
19Rennie | |
20Cherry | |
21Amy | |
22Rennie | |
31Rennie | |
32Cherry | |
33Amy | |
34Rennie | |
35Cherry | |
36Amy | |
37Rennie | |
38Cherry | |
39Amy | |
40Rennie | |
41Cherry | |
42Amy | |
Bitch Goddess Notebook | |
Acknowledgments | |