Who was reading: A funkily hip African American woman carrying a yoga mat. A rifle-shaped pendant hung from a gold chain about her neck.
Hope it doesn't make like Dick Cheney... and shoot her Harry Whittington bracelet.
Two girls, one book: Andi lives in modern-day Brooklyn and enjoys popping pills. Alexandrine lives in Revolutionary France and does not enjoy supporting workers' rights and slinging cobblestones at the nobility since she tends to hang with that crowd. How do their paths cross? Through a little diary and a lot of time travel.
An excerpt from Page 322 (since it's 3/22): "Call me a sellout / But I'll make ya shell out / Buy this watch, drink that tea / You'll be just like me / Selling sneakers, selling coffee / The money's sweeter than toffee."
*In case the slashes didn't tip you off these are song lyrics. Obviously they come from the French Revolution part of the book.