"The Grass was Always Browner "is a whimsical cautionary tale, with a heroine of exuberant positivity, and is full of the type of unlikely learnings reserved for dreamers the world over. A memoir to relish. If ever someone felt she was born on the wrong planet it was Sally, the narrator of "The Grass was Always Browner." Not even a small asteroid could be as unexciting as the small corner of Australian suburbia that fate had reserved for her. This delightful and engrossing description of growing up in the 1970s will no doubt ring true for l those who feel they might have been swapped at birth. And, as the saying goes, sometimes we learn about life the hard way The big problem: Everything in Sally's world was so predictably boring . . . especially for a girls who dreamed of being different, of becoming a ballet dancer and having an exotic name (such as Sacha ). Some small problems: the daily humiliations of high school, being unattractive with a flat-as-a-pancake chest, having white frizzy hair, and wearing No Frills brown socks. Brilliant solutions: Give herself a secret new name (Sacha ), learn ballet, and go on to become a dancing star overseas. Ah, success Well, maybe . . . Lessons in life: be careful what you wish for.