Drawing the line in memoir: How far do you go?

In the beginning, I depended on song lyrics and a peculiar array of pet names, code words, and initials to reference the characters that floated in and out of my not-terribly-angsty life. I cringe to think of what the subjects of my rants would have thought of what I wrote ten-plus years ago. Today, my strategy of choosing subjects to write about boils down to avoiding that cringe factor.

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Amy Dunne was totally right (about being the Cool Girl)

It took me three years and my cousin’s “read this now or else” death stare to get me to pick up Gone Girl and actually read it. It went from slow to awesome in about 120 pages, I think. And for me, the thing that made it awesome was the brilliance of Amy Dunne. When Amy turned up (spoiler alert) alive in that car, being a total badass boss of a bitch, it was about 3 in the morning, my time, and I was fist-pumping and cheering her insane plan on, much to Mr. Ingenue’s dismay.

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