Sartor’s memoir is composed of actual entries from the diaries she kept between the ages of twelve and seventeen.  On the surface, this glimpse into the psyche of a struggling teenager is at times funny and heartbreaking. But it is also a fabulous book for meditators. I walked away from it with a profound understanding of not only the universality of human experience (or at least, the teenage American female human experience) but also a visceral understanding of the highly transient nature of our thoughts, feelings and beliefs. 

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