Omg! Mast! I dont know anyone else who knows that book!! When i read it again recently, I remembered how i felt when i first read it. I identified more with the old velvet-wearing Rose, dressing as one "had" to. I felt like i didnt have a choice, but i knew i wasnt living as the real me. I even asked my parents to buy me oatmeal because of that book. They refused, because my older brother had asked for maple-flavored cream of wheat and then not liked it and not eaten it, so they said i would do the same with oatmeal. Its not that they couldnt afford it. They just didnt want to tell me yes, for whatever reason. Thats what is weird. Not knowing why. It was so arbitrary and unnecessary, and caused me so much trouble in life. Story of my life.

Now i'm a steel cut oats girl.