Whenever someone finds out I went to the convent at age fifteen, they always ask WHY?

Goodness me, who knows why a girl at that impressionable age makes her crazy choices? I had the same starry-eyed idea of becoming a nun as my peers did about becoming a bride. I hadn’t a single sensible thought in my head about my future, except for the notion of wearing a long, flowing veil and floor length gown. I entered the convent back in the day when nuns were clothed in the Medieval habit. My book puts the reader inside the dreamy head of my naive fifteen year old self.