Crooked Teeth, Red Hair

This is not a self-help book. It is not a sad girl memoir. It is not a cautionary tale.It is the story of a girl who felt everything at full volume with no muffling system, who grew up in a house full of words and empty of the right ones, who spent years becoming whoever the room required because she did not yet know that she was already enough.It is the story of mango trees and a grandmother who called her bawali like it was the most loving word in the language. Of psoriasis and poetry and a blue prefect scarf. Of boys who didn't deserve her and friends who did. Of the girl who stood in front of mirrors performing magnificence and the girl who sat in bathroom stalls wanting to disappear and how they turned out to be the same girl all along.Crooked Teeth, Red Hair is for anyone who has ever asked themselves: why can't I make people love me? The answer is in here. So is everything it cost to find it