I’m very curious, but not ghoulish enough to dig, but I speculate that Janet Fitch was either raised by a narcissist or married one or something.  Between this one and White Oleander, she sure does know a lot about people lacking empathy.  Also like White Oleander, this one is isn’t a feel-good book by any means. Josie Tyrell escaped her white trash family and small town life to be the Edie Sedgwick of the 80’s punk scene in Los Angeles.  Her bohemian lifestyle lead her […]