tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22893097.post1865536830683721338..comments2024-01-25T23:10:44.269+11:00Comments on Lili Wilkinson isn't here...: Popularlilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03362725678748958671noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22893097.post-77949311916017117892007-04-26T22:43:00.000+10:002007-04-26T22:43:00.000+10:00That should be ps.o.vOr p.o.v with the plural impl...That should be ps.o.v<BR/>Or p.o.v with the plural implied.Penni Russonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17956453252195293843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22893097.post-46963020924359953382007-04-26T22:42:00.000+10:002007-04-26T22:42:00.000+10:00I'm writing my pink book from two p.o.v.s - one is...I'm writing my pink book from two p.o.v.s - one is a funny daggy smart nobody girl and one is the popular princess golden girl. Both of them are extreme versions of the different aspects of me at different times - the girl I was in year eight and nine was so vastly different from the girl I was in year twelve. (year 8 and 9 were bad bad baaaaad BAAAAAD years). <BR/><BR/>The thing is, I am now convinced those "popular" girls must have all been utterly miserable. I mean, like, on some level they MUST have known they had really really bad hair. You know, oddly sharp and brittle fringes that stuck straight up (1988 was when I was in year 8, it was like an awful bizarre confluence of badness)<BR/><BR/>I can't wait to read that book.Penni Russonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17956453252195293843noreply@blogger.com