This one came in as a request from the author. It’s not fantasy, but I’m going to do it and I will tell you why. When I looked up the genre I saw:
Okay. A memoir about a dysfunctional family and child abuse. Cheery. But, I have a personal stake in stories like these. In a book like this, the writing isn’t that important. Books like this need to deliver only one thing – honesty. The reader’s empathy will follow. Stories of triumph over abuse are nothing new, but every story is different, and each new one has a chance to reach people in a way that the last one didn’t. Stories of abuse need to be told, to help others. As long as I feel like it’s honest – Ill keep reading.
The cover didn’t grab me, but I’m used to flashy fantasy covers. Considering the genre though, it was alright. It conveyed a metaphor, and one appropriate for the story; the endurance trial of escaping abuse and self doubt, but she made it. (Of course, her run isn’t over – I dont see a couch anywhere in the pic. So, hence the name of the book, I suppose.)
I opened the preview. The prologue was cute, but ended without anything happening. The story starts with a beautiful backdrop for a childhood, and then the author calls forth memories of some hardcore fundamentalist Baptist church, with old-school fire and brimstone sermons. I was just hoping that it wouldnt turn into a vendetta. To stay honest, you cant attack anyone.
There was a point or two throughout the preview that I thought it might happen, but it didn’t. The author stays true to the story, and holds nothing back. She is blunt as a spoon, painfully specific, and doesnt look for pity. It’s dark, but so far, this is a story about child abuse; it doesnt get darker than that. Chapters are short, and kept me turning pages to the end of the haunting preview. It helps that it is well written.
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