She wonders whether she’ll ever be able to fit her square-peg self into this round-holed world instead of constantly having to fake it.
For me, reading was adventure, but most of all, reading was escape—escape from a life I never understood. Opening a book felt like taking a trip someplace else. Someplace better.
For me, reading was adventure,but most of all, reading was escape
That’s the most tragic thing about child abuse and its effects—they never leave, just take on another form. The abuser goes on living as if nothing has ever happened, while the victim pays the price.