Eighth grade. I was sitting in Mrs. Wolffes’s English class wearing bell-bottom hip-huggers and a smock top. I wore small gold wire-framed glasses and my nails were perfectly manicured in frosty lilac. At the end of class Mrs. Wolffes approached me and said she had just finished a book she thought I would enjoy. She gave me the title and the author’s name; Zelda by Nancy Milford.