![]() ![]() ![]() Our oven was only turned on to dry wet mittens on the door and the only cooking smell I remember from my youth is that of burning wool’) and a gambling-obsessed best friend, Roy, who is thirty years older, perhaps it’s hardly surprising that Cathy grows up a little eccentric. But with no siblings to provide role models a workaholic father chosen by most of her class as Lewiston’s present-day saint a mother who looks the part of the perfect 1950s housewife but refuses to play it (‘We ate all of our dinners in restaurants…Our fridge contained only allergy serum, coke and maraschino cherries. Divorce is unheard of, mothers wear high heels to the beauty salon, and television has only just arrived. It is the mid-1950s in Lewiston, a sleepy town near Niagara Falls, famous only for the invention of the cocktail. A prize-winning, best selling, rivetingly dark and funny memoir of a most unusual girl. ![]()
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