More pix from the city streets
This was a better memoir in some ways: It was less about ego and patting oneself on the back, and more about the effects of bullying. Even though there wasn't much in the way of describing actual events that happened during the bullying, the events that she described were horrifying. Looking back, I realize I didn't feel that same sense of stomach churning disgust in the other book.
This, however, made me feel that bullying, showed me solid examples of bullying - punching, stones thrown at her - as well as the results. (She ends up cutting, although clearly does not want to take her own life.)
There are a lot of typos, although oddly enough, this adds to the book's overall effect. The author mentions being so sick when she thought of going back to school that she left far earlier than she should have.
This book is why when people ask me if I've ever been bullied, I say no. I shrug off the schoolyard taunts for what they were: kids taunting someone who dared to have different tastes. I was never truly humiliated - a little embarrassed sometimes, but not enough to hurt myself, nor to stop liking what I liked, and I was never physically harmed. I could simply go through my days, many of which didn't include taunts.
It's the brutality of the bully that this book emphasizes. The words, the physical violence, the nastiness? i've never encountered that, at least not that I remember, and certainly not directed at me. (And given this woman's life, the words were at least as harmful as the physical blows.)
Once again, the execution could use some work. Even without the typos and other assorted grammatical errors, this could have been tightened up a bit. I applaud the author for the courage it took to write this raw book, revealing some truly painful moments, it needed a bit of work. Just a tad, but the need was there.
Still, if one can look pass all that? I'd highly recommend this book. As is, I can't give it a full five stars.