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Lucky
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I feel so sad that I hated this book so much. It wasn't the subject because I've read books on this subject matter before but it drove me crazy how everything in her life, every moment became about her rape. To the the point that when her room mate was raped she made it about her own rape. No wonder she couldn't wait to get away from her. It was a bit insane actually. Every one she met she had to tell them about her rape, every guy, everyone one. It absorbed her. If they tried to support her she complained about how they did it, if they ignored her she complained about that. During the rape she made a vow that it would be apart of her forever and she kept it. She wrote poems about it, books about it and talked about it to anyone who would listen to her. She is right, she is a victim and I found myself wanting her to be more of an inspiration. She even took credit for a police officers promotion because of her rape case. As if he never did any other work to warrant a promotion. Then she would write about frivolous details of her college friends life that had nothing to do with anything. Ugh! I kept reading it in hopes that it would get better. Then her heroin use was just a after story? Are you serious? She glossed over it. This book has very little to do with surviving rape and reads more of a detail of her trial and hatred for her family and herself.
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Aug 14, 2013 08:58PM

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Everyone doesn't have to feel the same way about a book and because someone feels differently doesn't mean they wish harm or are not supportive of rape victims. Not every rape victim decides to write a book about it, and when you do, people express how the book made them feel, reading it. It's that simple, nothing more. She was not glossed over by the police, they found her rapist and convicted him and she still bashed the very man who helped her. Some people can be so enclosed in negative energy that even when people were there for her, she could not see it. You can't tell someone what literature is suppose to do for them. Literature is written for others, a diary or journal is written for yourself. It's a review of the book, not rape or the experience of rape victims. If you love the book so much, write a review 5 star review about the book instead of judging and bashing other people's review of the book. What do you really care what I think about the book?

Why would you assume I haven't been there? I have and I still hated the book.

Very well said x


