Okay, fine, it wasn’t a hodown. Really, the hometown party was more like a TriBeCa loft party than a Southern shindig.

Mom’s favorite party ‘favor?’ The 8-foot tall likeness of me and the book cover. 

Meanwhile, my favorite taste of home included pulled pork nachos and fried oysters with remoulade sauce. I’ll never understand those girls who don’t eat at their own parties.

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