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It’s called The Break, but not one catches a break here. This is gritty realism where life is bleak, always, until the end, because for a lot of people the only certainty in life is that things »å´Ç²Ô’t actually get better. Time doesn’t heal wounds, it infects them. How well do you think your life would turn out if you were conceived during the gang rape of a teenaged addict who left you to bounce around from one abusive situation to another, for example? You think you’d stand much of a chance of not being fucked up?

It’s unrelenting and it’s horrific and it was hard to put down. Even the “bad guys� aren’t all bad when you know how they got here.

“Girls »å´Ç²Ô’t get attacked in good neighbourhoods.â€�
“Girls get attacked everywhere.�


**I received this book from the publisher through the Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ Giveaways program.