So, having spent 6 hours listening to Cutting Class on my kindle, and fixing the errors on my computer, I can now say although still not perfect the book now has a lot leas typos. :) have I mentioned how much I hate editing? Or how much of a pain it is to ask your friends and family to edit your book for the billionth time?

I would gladly pay to have a professional edit it, but I have little time to figure out who provides legitimate services at reasonable prices, any suggestions?

I admit that I should have waited to publish Cutting Class until I had more than one person read the draft, but God I love the book and would rather have it judged by the world than have it sit in my closet waiting for me to die before it sees the light of day.

I like the book for the same reason that some people hate it, I like having a fine line between the brain's distinction between first and third person point of views, how even though logically you know that the stories are separate, they almost start to look alike, just how generations of families promise that they wont end up like their parents and then looking closer realize that sometimes that fate is unavoidable.

In other words some of the confusing parts of the novel are on purpose, to make you stop and think, now who was that, the father or the son?

Now when I used the wrong name, i.e. J.B. instead of P.B. well that was plain old sloppiness.

Another purposeful point I was trying to make, was the trope of the main character not having a name. I would love to disclose her name, but honestly I have no clue what her name was. "Tell me your name, tell me your name," the thought repeats in my mind, because she was always known to me as UKG, "Unknown Girl", and why should I or anyone else know her name? She represents the common outsider, not the jock, nor the cheerleader, nor even the geek but the girl or guy who walks the halls of the high school, just sort of blending in, just getting by, never noticed and yet struggling on the inside.

How many students do you think, go the whole school day without saying a single word? I know I've met many. Wallflowers- thats a name for them.

Well, she's that girl, the one, twenty years down the line at your high school reunion, that you say "oh yeah, I remember her, she's the one whose boyfriend burnt down the school, now what was her name?" and for the life of you, no names come to mind and of course she isnt in the yearbook....