Read like the wind: “While the other students at her Manhattan all-girls private school arrive immaculately pressed, stern nursemaids in tow, the 12-year-old muse of Keogh‘s slim cometlike debut straggles in “hot and breathless, tearing up on skates or on foot.”
Meg makes the city her oyster, with all the grit and pungency that little bivalve implies. But it‘s Keogh‘s prose, bright and ruthless, that breathes life into this odd, vibrant book”