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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... push him farther inside her, she's not Wren Taylor, who can't finish her second book. She doesn't have to hear Lisa's voice in her ears: She needs to live in Manhattan. San Francisco, can you at least do San Francisco? Safe. Safe. Safe ...
... push what's left of my hair behind my ears—my haircut's inspired by Liz on Degrassi, buzzed all over, the rest choppy and chunky except for my bangs. Cherry did it over New Year's at Amy's eighteenth birthday party, dyed it black too ...
... push through, and my voice comes out like a whisper instead of my usual belt-it-out alto. The words tumble into the air, do fairy cartwheels across the stage, and disappear; I've forgotten the rest. “Sensational, Rennie,” he whispers in ...
... pushes my skirt over my thighs, backs me up to the ladder near the wings, and lifts me onto a rung. Fie slides my sweater over my shoulders, unhooks my bra, fills his hands with my breasts. Fear thumps in my chest and I'm dizzy. “Mr ...
A Novel Martha O'Connor. he pushes in all the way, grabbing my ass and pressing me even closer. His face looks pained for a moment as inside me it burns, and something rips, and I know he's torn skin from my very flesh. Iyelp, and tears ...
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41Cherry | |
42Amy | |
Bitch Goddess Notebook | |
Acknowledgments | |