“At fourteen you are made of cellophane. You curl easily and everyone can see through you.”
That’s a quote from Jean Shepherd’s vivid, funny and sad short story of an adolescent moment of truth, called “The Endless Streetcar Ride into the Night, and the Tinfoil Noose.”
If that quote alone doesn’t explain why this is one of my favorite short stories, I just don’t know what to do with you. And that’s only the beginning.
It’s very short, so take a few minutes, and enjoy: