Back in the 1900s, if a girl was into bad literature at 13, then she was surely on her way to becoming a flirt by 20, fully engrossed in the fast life by 26, and an outcast by age 40, thanks to her promiscuity. I wonder how the girls from my middle school who were obsessed with Lurlene McDaniel books and anything with a half naked sweaty guy on the cover, are doing...