Abandoned at ten years old by a mother who wanted to start a new family with her drug-addicted， abusive boyfriend， Danielle was raised by grandparents who thought their child-rearing days had ended in the 1960s。 She grew up Black and weird， before weird was cool， in a mostly white neighborhood in upstate New York， which created its own identity crises。 Under the eye-rolling， foul-mouthed， loving tutelage of her unapologetic grandmother—and the horror movies she obsessively watched—Danielle grew into a tall， awkward， Sassy-loving teenager who wore black eyeliner as lipstick and was struggling with the aftermath of her mother's choices。 But she also learned that she had the strength and smarts to save herself: her grandmother gifting her a faith in her own capabilities that the world would not have most Black girls believe。