I'm reading another Karen Rose novel, Don't Tell. This is one of her earlier novels, and I can tell. The characters aren't quite as rich, the plot not quite as neat, as her recent books.
This story has me thinking about identity. Is it something you are born with, dictated by your genes and upbringing? Is it something you determine, modifying every day as life happens? Do we all have the ability to be like Madonna and recreate ourselves when we feel the urge?
I know that I have different personas depending on who I am interacting with. Which of these is really me? Is one of those personas the true me, the rest merely facades? Or am I a blend of bits of each?
Way too deep for a Friday morning!