We met on the first day of 7th grade, and truthfully, our friendship hasn’t changed much.
We bonded quickly over the important stuff, like music—we both loved Stevie Wonder, Aretha Franklin, the Beatles, and Billy Joel. We still do. We laughed at the same things, and we thought we were pretty funny. We still do. We both adored the old Austin Public Library. We were nerdy reader girls. We were obsessed with books. Still all true.
Like any YA reader of the 80s, we got our history, world knowledge, and sex ed from bestsellers like Jean Auel’s Clan of the Cave Bear, Jeffrey Archer’s Kane and Abel, Mario Puzo’s The Godfather, and Alex Haley’s Roots. Nabbed from Bremond’s mom and dropped while being surreptitiously read in the tub, these crinkled offerings would be passed from Bremond to Lisa, who reciprocated with contraband swiped from her dad’s vast library on the back of the toilet. With equal gusto, we swept through the classics—Austen, L.M. Montgomery, Hurston, Shakespeare, Orwell, Hemingway, Fitzgerald. And then, "Did you read it?" "Did you like it?" "Oh my gosh, the part where he…?" "I know!!!"