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I couldn’t seem to control them. And the words made me give them up, lobbing off each part of my body as he claimed ownership — the mouth, the tongue, my breasts. It was nicknamed Blue Baby and it was a mummy, with the disintegrated face and body of a child who had died centuries ago.

I turned around and walked back downstairs to his desk. She was coming down from as much as ten cups of coffee a day, and restaurants weren’t yet in the custom of serving decaf. The Hum and the Shiver.

She even took credit for a police officers promotion because of her rape case. I saw, among the leaves and glass, the grave. I was that girl. It’s the kind of line that demands you read further. But in these lectures what I always pictured was my vibrant mother diminished somehow, lessened — as if a gauze had been thrown over her sharp edges. I didn’t see her again for a couple days.

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He held my life in his hand. Cindy, Mary Alice, and Tree were there, perhaps Diane. Going farther into the park was the only way toward home. I feel so sad that I hated this book so much.

In the tunnel where I was raped, a tunnel that was once an underground entry to an amphitheater, a place where actors burst forth from underneath the seats of a crowd, a girl had been murdered and dismembered. He was not interested in that kind of thing. The cosmetics of rape are central to proving any case.

I got the impression that the kind of moment-by-moment description of the onljne that’s in your memoir is something you felt didn’t belong in this new novel, in the description of the brutality that this fourteen-year-old face.

Feb 02, Jill rated it it was ok. Please don’t talk about this. The nurse told me I was waiting for the psychiatrist on call. He was trying to get me to look at him, look right at him.

She tells it exactly like it is, and it was interesting swbold see how she handled herself in and out of the courtroom—especially for someone so yo In LuckyAlice Sebold recounts the night she was raped and how that event and its consequences reverberated throughout her life.

My parents were upstairs the whole time. The complex follows afterward as Sebold details not only her reaction, but those of the police, the lawyers, her friends, her family, her community’s both college and home reaction to her rape.

LUCKY by Alice Sebold

A Wolf at the Table. Tree’s face, and her gasp, should have told me that I couldn’t hide the truth. The others were foggy and off to the side. He led me in there and told me to sit down. Waiting there were poems for me, poems I’d learned in class: Perhaps he alive knew that both relatives and strangers would say things to me like “I oline he was black,” and so he wanted to give me something to counter this, some experience in the same twenty-four hours that would make me resist placing people in categories and aiming at them my full-on hate.

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Sebold is very blunt about what happened to her, to a point that it’s difficult to read at times. I was told this by the police. With Lucky she delivers on that promise with mordant wit and an eye for life’s absurdities, as she describes what she was like both as a young girl before the rape and how that rape changed but did not sink the woman she later became.

Sebold fulfills a promise that she made to herself in the very tunnel where she was raped: All I knew was it was better than it had been.

I worked with an officer and was frustrated because none of my rapist’s features seemed to be among the fifty or so noses, eyes, and lips. This time he cried. And women everywhere are LUCKY to have people like you to stand up for those who, like Lila, can’t find the strength to do so. My lips were cut.