Coringa Drive is the yellow brick road's dirty cousin, marked with potholes, left turns, and trashplants off the 405. It's an unlikely memoir of fleeting moments--strange, hilarious, quirky moments--neither bad nor good, right nor wrong (well, maybe wrong). It's a vivid world filled with an unconventional assortment of characters: Italians, Mexicans, Jews, and false bladder infections. It's hard to relate to people when no one understands what's going on in your head. This is Bonnie's challenge in Coringa Drive: to discover just what exactly made her who she is today. To achieve this, she collects stark, hysterical moments from her life, piecing together shards of a psyche that would confuse the hell outta therapists. The result is a beautifully written memoir, and a lesson on what exactly creates one's identity.