Emerging author Chavisa Woods has been noted for capturing a strange, troubling vision of domestic life in the rural U.S.' (Go Magazine). Here she presents a technicoloured vision of rural adolescence, the story of a girl with an unpronounceable name. She is a fiery, unhinged, growling, big-hearted country girl in a dirty black tutu and combat boots who travels along all the bizarre yet familiar byways of human desire - from the cornfields of Louisiana and the big brass sound of Mardi Gras to the heights of the Empire State Building.'
