Anyway, I should warn you that I’m what people call a sharer. Make that an oversharer. I really like telling stories … about myself. And they always seem to involve tattoos, tampons, booze and boys. Sometimes all at once. Just kidding! (Or am I?!)
Now you’re probably trying to figure out how someone born in 1987 can have anything to put in a memoir, but a lot has happened. So here it is: Summerlandish, all the hard-won butthole-tearing lessons I’ve learnt over the years – ‘summer-ised’ in their glamorously gory detail.
So turn to the first page for my take on love, life and awkward moments involving too much caffeine and a noticeable lack of restraint.
I’m still working on that :)
Summer Land is 24 year old ‘average American girl’ who shares her story from babyhood through to backpacking as a uni student, before falling in love and moving to Mudgee, Australia. But Summer is really anything but average; she’s a self-professed attention-hungry discretion-free egomaniac who seeks out every joke she can be the butt of and holds nothing back in recounting them here in a collection of outrageous stories that are nothing short of shocking.