I had a hard time creating Cass — sheâ€™s me if my brake lines had been cut when I was in my early 20s. I hated being in her mind, because it was like channeling the worst possible version of myself. A lot of her early experiences were mine — at 21, I was not a good role model.
Still, there was something deeply cathartic about just giving that character her head and letting her run with it. I have friends who are still a lot more like Cass than I am, and, I have to confess, I have some admiration for a certain kind of recklessness and hunger for experience that Iâ€™m far too cautious to indulge in now, except through my writing.
I loved and hated Cass. She’s that person you know who has what you think is a good heart, but a fucked up personality. Every now and then though you question their heart after they do something really questionable. I think a lot of people feel this way about themselves too, wishing they could take more chances, but not having the balls. That’s one of things I loved about this book, was loving and hating Cass.
On a side note, Elizabeth Hand will be reading at my store on May 23rd.