How to Build a Girl: Na-na-na-na-boo-boo

I'm resting my elbow on a gorgeous advance copy of Caitlin Moran's novel, and I get to read it with a kick-ass group of bloggers and discuss it here every Monday, in more detail than is perhaps fair to those of you who have to wait until it comes out on September 23.

You can direct your sullen looks and preorder dollars toward Odyssey Bookshop HERE and its lovely proprietress (and brave leader of this Moran-along), Emily Crowe, HERE. This is all her fault. I never should have been given this much power.

So Caitlin Moran, huh? I don't know if you can spend any time in the good sections of the Internet without stumbling across this lady's work or some reference to it. I have to confess that I've not read her nonfiction book, How to Be a Woman, or her book of essays, Moranthology, but I follow her on Twitter. So.

I'm not as familiar with her writing voice as others of you may be, but when I think of Ms. Moran, I think of girl power and irreverent British humor and hair given permission to be wild as it cares to be, within reason. I predict that this general feminist spirit will be a big part of How to Build a Girl, confirmed so far by the jacket summary: "Imagine The Bell Jar—written by Rizzo from Grease."

Expect a lot of this, friends.