Sascha is a vulnerable girl hiding behind a tough veneer. I couldn't help but admire her candor and her unflinching fight to deal with a disturbing childhood filled with domestic violence and childhood abuse. The author told Sascha's story without sentimentality but with a straightforwardness tha...
To do so I had pounded down the doors of many different government agencies, shoved the paperwork concerning old Rosenbaum’s head injury in front of countless officials, handed out pounds and pounds of chocolates from Sulfia’s stockpile, and finally called Kalganow and demanded that as chairman o...
Then I remember. I sit up and look at my legs. They are swollen in places and raw and red.The skin will grow back, I think. There’s nothing I can do.I try to stand up. It works. I can walk, too, though it’s difficult.Sitting back down is harder. It feels as if the scabs will rip open again.Oh man...
He’s like an ersatz husband for Marja. She raised him, and she pampered and spoiled him even as a chick; now he’s full-grown and good for nothing. Struts around the yard imperiously and leers at me. His internal clock is messed up, always has been, though I don’t think it has anything to do with ...
slurred the guru. There’d been five bottles of red wine in the shopping bags. Kevin had poured a little for each of us, but now all five bottles were empty. “If anyone else falls down the stairs or starts beating each other up, or if I get even the slightest hint that you’re not all in your own r...