We Thought You Would Be Prettier
Chapter One
Doing America
1
Are you stupid?” the man behind the counter at the garage yelled at me. “Just how stupid are you? How could you be so stupid?”
Honestly, I just stood there, too shocked to say anything.
“Are you an idiot?” he asked, shaking his hand at me.
“Funny you should ask that,” I said, trying to make a joke as I reached into my purse. “As a matter of fact . . .”
I slid the book across the counter toward him.
“What’s this?” he asked, looking over the rim of his grimy circa-1970s glasses. “Idiot Girls’ Action-Adventure . . . what? Club? Is that Club? You one of these idiots?”
“Yeah,” I said and tried to laugh. “Pretty much. Guess you could say I wrote the book.”
And to tell the truth, that was no lie.
In fact, I was only a matter of days into my book tour and I had already been called an idiot numerous times.
“I think if you get on a plane right now you’re an idiot,” my mother warmly informed me a week before my plane left for New York. “It’s an ORANGE ALERT, ... read full excerpt from: We Thought You Would Be Prettier ebook
