Summary:

I used to keep a diary, but that was before I wrote letters to Paul. Looking back on the year since I met Paul, I started to regret not having a record of my own for reference. It’s like I kept notes on everything in my life until everything started happening. When I heard about National Novel Writing Month, I realized it was time to catch up on everything that has happened to me since June 14. Does that make it a memoir? Maybe so. But the story of my life seems stranger than fiction and well worth writing 50,000 words about. My seventeen years have included hilarity, high adventure, a forbidden love story, swashbuckling homeschoolers, heartbreak, and even UFOs.