The entire time I read this book, I was screaming in my head. Giving the riot act to the doctors to the father to the social workers that turned a blind eye. I was just as bewildered and pleading as Julie as, watching the doctors slice her open when nothing was wrong.
I understood Julie. I can remember countless times, my eyes screamed volumes that no one wanted to hear or understand. And how everyone turns away, or shakes their head in disagreement but not one single adult will stand up for you. I understand what it's like to be a child confronted the rage of an adult, having done nothing to cause it. How you try to make yourself small, almost physically curling into yourself to try to be small and out of sight. I know what it's like to try to do as many after school activities as possible because home was the last place you wanted to go back to.
This is why this story spoke volumes to me- it was the desperation. What turns my stomach even more hours after reading this book, is that children go through this everyday. The spend their childhood afraid, and one they hit adulthood they simply can't be adult. They have to work years at undoing what was done. It's just so unfair.