California, 1991. "I only ever talk to this journal. Is there an alternate universe? Another planet? Please could you beam me up, Holy Father?" Paris-born Vivienne Lebrun longs for a different life. One where she doesn't attend college three thousand miles away from her family in New York City. A life where she is sophisticated and has kissed many men, both standing up and sitting down, like the lovers in Rodin's sculpture. In that life, she would...