When We Were Immortal
by Sarah M. Pinkerton
340 pages, 6 x 9, Trade Paper $18.95
ISBN: 978-1-59663-668-2 Special Price $16.95
A precocious small town girl attends an elite co-ed prep school in 1949, in this gently comic coming of age tale which deals with the agonies of love, life and learning.
My name is Victoria O'Dell, and right now, it's 1949. I'm new at Trenton, an elite co-educational boarding school. I have decided to reserve judgment about this situation, at least to the extent that I can. While, yes, I love the rigorous academia, the extensive library, and the fact that my best friend Oliver also goes here, Trenton presents quite its fair share of challenges. My roommate barely talks (to me or anyone else), my schoolwork is never-ending, and the boys, though handsome enough, leave a lot to be desired. Part of me wants to go home again, but even I know my Gran sent me to Trenton for a reason. Though I don't actually believe trouble can be beaten or trained out of a person, I'm sure this place will be good for me one way or another. I'm putting a lot of stock in that concept, anyway, and in the idea that the combination of constant frustration and a bit of blinding fear will build character. I want to like Trenton, and since I'm endlessly stubborn, I probably will eventually. The trouble is that I have no idea how to go about doing that. Obsessing over my endless collection of bad memories and angry internal monologue most likely isn't the best way to go about it. Which I suppose means I have to put in some actual effort. Damn it.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sarah Pinkerton has been obsessed with reading and writing since childhood. Once referred to as "a human dictionary," she has come to enjoy the concept very much. She has an affinity for weird slang and unusual words, often employing them at random times and in strange settings. If pressed, Sarah would say that she writes because of an undeniable internal compulsion. She is a student at Tulane University, majoring in English and psychology. She wrote When We Were Immortal when she was sixteen, with the intention of creating a piece she herself would want to read; she might have gotten a little carried away.