Youth in Revolt: the Journals of Nick Twisp (1995)
“The planets must be all lined up, spelling “Go for it, baby!” Even as I write this, I can still taste Apurva’s mint-flavored lipstick on the deepest recesses of my tongue. Meanwhile, Lacey is entertaining a local trumpet player in Dad’s own private bedroom. Occasionally, the springs pause in their rhythmic song, and the odor of burning hemp wafts out from under the door. François is seething with jealousy, but I prefer to dwell on the positive side. Besides being my future brother-in-law, Paul may someday marry my near-stepmother. Thus my ties to the Saunders family grow ever more numerous.
I met Vijay and his knockout sister at 7:45 P.M. in the lobby of the school auditorium. Apurva singed the eyeballs in a mind-numbing red satin dress and my mother’s best high-heel shoes. François had selected my outfit: black trousers, Dad’s gray suede jacket, fluorescent cranberry shirt, and a soft mauve scarf borrowed from Lacey and knotted jauntily at the throat.
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