Hi, my name is Summer Land. No really, it is. Clearly my mom Donna exhaled some of the abundance of free love she inhaled in the 60s when it came to naming me.

Anyway, I should warn you that I'm what people call a sharer. Make that an oversharer. I really like telling stories - about myself.

And they always seem to involve tattoos, tampons, booze and boys. Sometimes all at once. Just kidding! (Or am I?!) Now you're probably trying to figure out how someone born in 1987 can have anything to put in a memoir, but a lot has happened.

So here it is: Summerlandish, all the hard-won butthole-tearing lessons I've learnt over the years - 'summer-ised' in their glamorously gory detail. So turn to the first page for my take on love, life and awkward moments involving too much caffeine and a noticeable lack of restraint. I'm still working on that :)