Somewhere in between applications of Bonnie Bell Lip Smackers, pining for Johnny Depp on 21 Jump Street, and listening to John Mellencamp back when he was John Cougar, I inhaled these books as quickly as my eyes could dart over the pages. I wanted to be bad girl Jessica but I wouldn't have minded being smarty pants Elizabeth. I wanted to be a gorgeous Wakefield girl driving an Alfa Romeo convertible in California, not a pre-teen wearing Geranimals and a head-gear in New Jersey.
See why I have always loved to read? I wasn't a dork in a training bra, when I escaped into Sweet Valley I could be anyone else but myself. I went directly from Sweet Valley to reading Danielle Steel novels and by time I was a senior in highschool I had gone though Danielle's entire collection of flaxen haired beauties caught in some kind of love triangle. Didn't you ever notice the parallels between Sweet Valley and the deep, introspective and highly nuanced Danielle Steel books?