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322 pages, Paperback
First published February 11, 2016
"Not that I'm complaining, but my life up to the age of sixteen had been steady and unblemished. My parents were still married, my best friend had been constant for over ten years, I'd never been seriously ill and no one close to me had died."
"You should come next time. When you don't have your Service thing the next day." Her face was open and friendly, but I felt a surge of annoyance. Why did she get to be the one inviting me places? Shouldn't it be the other way around?
“When I’d heard ‘abuse’, I’d thought of violence as being something simple... I hadn’t even considered the framework that allowed it to happen in the first place. The blind eyes turned, the excuses made, the insidious lies whispered into the ear of a child so desperate for love they mistook a gentle tone for truth.”
“It’s total bullshit. I hate it when people make sadness all deep and beautiful and, like, profound. It’s not profound. It’s not beautiful. It sucks. It sucks balls.”
“It’s true that but it’s not better. Nothing was fixed. No one talked about what had happened, no one said sorry... And the more it went on, the worse it felt. It was like the only difference was that everyone was on eggshells around me, like it was my fault.”
”He misses me being this little kid who didn’t realize how bad it actually was. Because you don’t, when you’re a kid. It’s just your normal.”