Walk Away, a memoir
Amulet
When I returned to high school, my intentions about fitting in were good. I carted all my favorite novels home from the library to sharpen my wits, but the time spent as a teenage runaway had both civilized and uncivilized me. I reread Austen’s Emma and realized why it disappointed me just a few years before. Emma was bossy, arrogant, and unlikable. She thought she knew what she was doing. I finally understood what irony was…