Today it’s a pleasure to take part in the BlogTour Pizza Girl by Jean Kyoung Frazier.
About the Author
Lives in Los Angeles. Pizza Girl is her debut novel.
About the book
Eighteen years old, pregnant, and working as a pizza delivery girl in suburban Los Angeles, our charmingly dysfunctional heroine is deeply lost and in complete denial about it all. She’s grieving the death of her father (who she has more in common with than she’d like to admit), avoiding her supportive mom and loving boyfriend, and flagrantly ignoring her future.
Her world is further upended when she becomes obsessed with Jenny, a stay-at-home mother new to the neighborhood, who comes to depend on weekly deliveries of pickled covered pizzas for her son’s happiness. As one woman looks toward motherhood and the other towards middle age, the relationship between the two begins to blur in strange, complicated, and ultimately heartbreaking ways.
I don’t want to lay her issues at the door of a title like perinatal depression. At the core it is something much simpler – that the child of an alcohol addict may fall prey to addiction at the the sign of any hurdle. Pizza Girl slips slowly into the grip of the same addiction that tormented and ultimately caused her father’s death.
She finds herself in a bit of a predicament – she is eighteen and pregnant and whilst others seem to be overjoyed at the thought, she finds herself slipping into a large dose of denial.To counter the denial she makes a connection with a random person. Someone she just happens to decide to do a favour for.
The favour itself takes on a greater meaning – the parent and child relationship, perhaps one she would have preferred. The care, to attempt to please unto the last detail, as opposed to the most certain neglect the alcoholic addiction of her father would have caused.
It’s both an interesting and sad story. A tale of human connections created by chance with irreversible footprints left in both lives. An abused and neglected child and wife, but the child especially reveres instead of feeling disdain, perhaps because it is an easier picture to live with.
I’m hoping Frazier takes this win and opens up a wee bit more and gives us the real emotional depth bubbling at the surface. Let the pain speak for itself, the insecurities shine brighter than the sun on a cloudless day. This is an inching in and a slow reveal, and I expect to see much more from this author – if she opens the doors wide open enough.