I know what you're thinking. She was a dissolute jazz baby who drank champagne out of her shoe, supposedly ruined the life of F. Scott Fitzgerald and her own, and ended up in a madhouse. So why is Zelda Fitzgerald a heroine to me?
Consider the young Zelda. Right from the start, she was an original who knew her own mind and didn't care about convention. Laughing at the notion of a demure Southern belle, she wore flesh colored bathing suits so it might look like she was swimming nude. At sixteen, she not only had a reputation, she polished it to a sheen, carrying on with the boys, dancing into the night, and entering into a glittering marriage with one of the most famous writers of her day.
Read the rest on The Huffington Post's books page.
By the way, Gina Misiroglu of Red Room put me in touch with the Huffington Post people, which is one of the great ways she's bringing traffic to Red Room and getting attention for Red Room's authors.
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