On Christmas Day, 1926, twelve-year-old Clotilde o Cocoo Irvine received a blank diary as a present. Coco loved to writeu and to get into scrapesu and her new diary gave her the opportunity to explain her side of the messes she created: o I'm in deep trouble through no fault of my own,o her entries frequently began. The daughter of a lumber baron, Coco grew up in a twenty-room mansion on fashionable Summit Avenue at the peak of the Jazz Age, a time when music, art, and women's social status were all in a state of flux and the economy was still flying high. Coco's diary carefully records her advent