Somehow Moxie successfully fakes her way through a trial run of her DUCKI ( Detached, Unique, Coolly Knowing Individual) and hits it off with Spinky instantly. Moxie hastily scribbles her list of possible personalities on the way to Eaton Academy, giving herself little time to research her cover identities, and none of the personalities seems to match that of her new roommate, Spinky Spangler-she of the crewcut green hair, piercings, dog collar and Chinese calligraphy tattoos. Mysterious Earth Goddess? Assertive Revolutionary Activist? Detached, Unique, Coolly Knowing Individual? Hale and Hearty Sports Enthusiast?
But what kind of Moxie is she going to be? Certainly not that faceless music nerd, toiling over Bach's Goldbert Variations for fun. Stuck with an inexplicable name (who else is named after an obscure 1920s soft drink, two (2!) dead presidents, and a pickled fish?), Moxie feels she has failed to live up to her improbable name, flying under the radar, hiding out with the music nerds in her tiny hometown of Pine Point, the kind of girl that no one seems to remember meeting.īut now Moxie is off, on a piano scholarship no less, to the prestigious Eaton Academy for Girls, and it's her chance to reinvent herself. It's the age when almost everyone decides that their personality closet needs a good cleaning out and sprucing up. Kind of like the journal entries of a pathological liar. I knew that I was only doing a little harmless personality window-shopping, but on paper my experiment looked.not so good. I'd said so many things to so many different people.
I had actually enjoyed keeping the lists in the beginning, but now just reading over them made me feel queasy. In the almost four weeks since I'd started keeping it, there was way too much information piling up. My personality log was beginning to overwhelm me.
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