This book is not "the common victim narrative" (Steven Reigns). If it were a child, it would most likely be hushed for its rudeness. It would be dismissed for more pleasant conversation rather than for its ruminations: a childhood crush on Jeffrey Dahmer, a sexually charged reading of Pinocchio, and a father complex not without sexual desire and violence. This book is a child ranting, lashing out, meaning to hurt, and hurting to know itself-doing...
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