I Was A Teenage Fairy is the story of Barbie Marks, a young California model, and Mab, a tiny, green-skinned fairy (although she hates that word), who may or may not exist (although she would sniff most haughtily at you for doubting her). But I couldn’t have picked better: to say I was enraptured would be to understate how fully, how eagerly I fell into the spell.
Knowing the kind of reader I was, it’s strange to me that I thought two books would be enough for a week on the road. The front cover showed a surly blue girl with wings, and the back cover called it “a potent brew of magic and transformation.” I didn’t think I was craving transformation, but I must have been a little ready for it - because when I, an unusually fastidious child when it came to monitoring the appropriateness of my own reading material, came across the word sex on the second page, I didn’t close the book flushed with shame.
I thought the title was funny: I Was A Teenage Fairy, a winking nod to cliche filled in with an implication of magic. A chance encounter in a bookstore, when I wasn’t looking for anything special I just wanted something light to accompany my assigned summer reading on a family vacation.
Like all the best love stories - at least all the love stories I spun for myself during the long waiting years - it began with a dose of kismet.
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