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"At once disturbing and empowering, the memoir of a courageous woman, who, between the ages of thirteen and sixteen, was manipulated, exploited, and abused as a sex worker; who killed her pimp/father figure-and was unjustly sentenced to life in prison without parole. "I was 11 when I met GG. I realized later that he had to have been aware of the chaos that was my life... because he played me perfectly. I was walking home after school... I heard his red Mustang purring like a huge lion behind me before it pulled up catty corner and cut off my path. He leaned out of the open window and motioned with his right hand that I should come closer. 'Hey, excuse me.' I popped down to the window and politely, cheerfully and helpfully replied, 'Yes?' He said, 'I've been noticing you a lot, and I just want to talk to you. I'm gonna go get some ice cream and go to the park. I would love for you to come and join me. We won't be gone long. Is that okay with you?' The appeal of ice cream for me was like, 'YES! I want ice cream.' He leaned over and opened the passenger door, 'What's your name? People call me GG.' I shyly answered, 'Sara.'""-- Provided by publisher
Acquisto del libro
I Cried to Dream Again, Sara Kruzan
- Lingua
- Pubblicato
- 2022
- Rilegatura
- (Copertina rigida)
Metodi di pagamento
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- Titolo
- I Cried to Dream Again
- Lingua
- Inglese
- Autori
- Sara Kruzan
- Editore
- Random House LCC US
- Pubblicato
- 2022
- Formato
- Copertina rigida
- Pagine
- 224
- ISBN10
- 059331588X
- ISBN13
- 9780593315880
- Serie
- Valutazione
- 4,4 su 5
- Descrizione
- "At once disturbing and empowering, the memoir of a courageous woman, who, between the ages of thirteen and sixteen, was manipulated, exploited, and abused as a sex worker; who killed her pimp/father figure-and was unjustly sentenced to life in prison without parole. "I was 11 when I met GG. I realized later that he had to have been aware of the chaos that was my life... because he played me perfectly. I was walking home after school... I heard his red Mustang purring like a huge lion behind me before it pulled up catty corner and cut off my path. He leaned out of the open window and motioned with his right hand that I should come closer. 'Hey, excuse me.' I popped down to the window and politely, cheerfully and helpfully replied, 'Yes?' He said, 'I've been noticing you a lot, and I just want to talk to you. I'm gonna go get some ice cream and go to the park. I would love for you to come and join me. We won't be gone long. Is that okay with you?' The appeal of ice cream for me was like, 'YES! I want ice cream.' He leaned over and opened the passenger door, 'What's your name? People call me GG.' I shyly answered, 'Sara.'""-- Provided by publisher