behind me, dark hair blowing in the wind. I am a sabra, and I am American. Y’alla.
author’s note why did i set this story in the 1980s? Several reasons. First, because of my own memories. I am a child of the era of Boy George, Rubik’s Cubes, John Hughes movies, and Cabbage Patch Kids, and I enjoyed reliving the pop culture of my youth. I’ll also admit to another motive: lack of technology. If I had set the story today, I would have needed to incorporate an ever-changing array of twenty-first-century communications (email, texting, cells, Facebook, iPod, blogging). I wanted a story devoid of modern distractions, a story where TV reruns could actually be a part of a girl’s coming-of-age (as they were for me), a story where kids could still gather outside on stoops. Finally, our post–9/11 world makes any story involving Israel and the Middle East more complex than ever. While this subject has always been intricate, there was a time, believe it or not, when even that was a bit simpler.