I guess the whole mess started around my birthday. Amendment: my first birthday. I was born turned around, and apparently was holding my head in my hand in such a way that resulted in twelve treacherous hours of painful labor for my mother to eject me.
My mother said she imagined I was trying to sort out some great philosophical quandary, like Rodin's Thinker sculpture that she had seen on a trip to Paris in another lifetime. But I guess that was just a polite way of saying that I looked like I didn't get it. Born backwards and clueless. In other words, born confused.
So I came the wrong way. And have been getting it all wrong ever since. I wished there was a way to go back and start over. But as my mother says, you can't step in the same river twice.
I picked up Born Confused by Tanuja Desai Hidier in the Italian translation by Giancarlo Calotti from the library. It's another nice YA book, about a girl born in New Jersey into an Indian family.
Dimple Lala has been confused all her life. She is a seventeen-year-old Indian girl born in New Jersey, while her best friend Gwyn is white. The storyline begins when Dimple's parents introduce her to an Indian boy, in the hope that they will go out together. At first, Dimple is very resentful of the idea, because she can't stand the idea of arranged marriages, but then she goes along with it. AT first the boy, Karsh, doesn't seem to be anything special; but Dimple soon changes her mind and starts to see hi under a different light. The problem is that attractive, super-nice Gwyn - Dimple's best friend and "super-twin" - also fancies Karsh and wants to get him for herself.
I liked this book. I've been the overshadowed half of a couple of best friends, so I could easily identify with Dimple (sigh, but what a pity that only in books the less attractive of the two gets the guy, while in reality things go otherwise...).