Coming-of-age gender-ambivalence memoir. Maybe could be classed as YA, or maybe there’s too many “go fuck a tree”s to be classed as YA…. I’m not hip to the distinction. With luck Tomboy will be considered a good primary source on late twentieth century north American culture. I suppose it could have interrogated the idea of gender a bit more, but it’s a memoir focused more on the author’s own experience. Also an interesting window on what growing up in Santa Fe in the 90s was like.