1. You’re a teen again and call your MC (from your story in volume 3) on the phone with urgent news: What’s the news and what is his/her reaction?
ME: Slatch is dead, Charlotte. He died of shock.
CHARLOTTE: Oh, shit. . . .this is probably my fault.
2. We are making a short film of your story, who plays the lead character?
The girl from Awkward (the heavier one)
3. If you were hired to co-author a book with a best selling YA author of YOUR choice, who would you choose?
4. Describe your weirdest writing habit.
I need noise to compose (coffee shop type) and silence to edit. Maybe that’s not really weird??
5. Which character in the classic teen movie The Breakfast Club bests describes you in high school?
A cross between the nerd and the outcast. But sometimes I could be the Molly Ringwald character.
6. What’s the best part about being a member of the Sucker family (so far!)?
My amazing staff and writers.
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How I found Sucker? Well, I found it by looking around and seeing there wasn’t anything out there that fit my writing style. So I made Sucker. . . and how has it been? The very best experience in my writing life and the serendipitous connections to my staff and writers is truly mystical and magical. xoxoxox
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Founder, Hannah R. Goodman and her favorite suckers.
Hannah and her favorite suckers.
I wrote this story for my thesis when I was a grad student at The Solstice Program at Pine Manor College. It came to me during a workshop where we were writing down memories from our teen years. The memory that came to me was sophomore year, homecoming. I had a WICKED crush on a soccer player—this was during my chubby year—and he and I had been doing a little flirty flirt in the hallway and at a few of his games. Homecoming came up and through friends, I was told that he wanted to meet me there. I was so psyched!
So I got together to get ready and drive to homecoming with 19 other girls all at my house. I have a picture of us all, posed in my living room in front of the fireplace. A picture that has circulated FB and was part of our slideshow at the 20 year reunion. We are coiffed and grinning, especially me. I wore a strapless dress because with my new chubby body came big boobs and the dress was black so I felt hot for the first time since putting on the extra 30 from freshmen year.
When I arrived at the dance, I saw him in the corner with his soccer friends and his little sister, who was in my algebra class, shuffled over and said that he wanted to dance with me. . . this was a boy who definitely was in a higher social stratosphere than me, and I was so nervous. A slow song came on and he and I locked eyes, like every teen movie from the 80s and 90s. We met in the middle of the dance floor and he wrapped me in his arms and we swayed together. . . and he gave me little (very wet) kisses on my bare neck. And then. . . .it’s kind of a blur when I look back, but I know there was the heavy stench of alcohol, and I know that he left the dance floor and returned, sweaty and smelling of both throw-up and alcohol. I know there were slurred declarations of love and that he continued to wrap his arms and lips around me. . . in a way that required his sister to try and peel him off. . . I am pretty sure he was eventually escorted out of the dance. My one chance with my super crush was ruined. . . forever. We never, ever spoke again for the rest of high school.
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Hannah R. Goodman, author of “Miki & Dex” SUCKER LITERARY: an anthology (volume 2)
This is a story taken directly from an episode of the TV show that could be my teenage years: The Hannah Chronicles. It is highly fictionalized for your consumption because what really happened that night . . . well, let’s put it this way, there is a reason why I only write fiction and why I will NEVER write a memoir. Continue reading