Sam@WLABB
Written on Aug 7, 2020
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Speak meets Black Swan in this stunningly dramatic debut novel
All that drama, plus pointe shoes? Yes, please: this is one book that’s bound to make a splash
Theo is better now.
She’s eating again, dating guys who are almost appropriate, and well on her way to becoming an elite ballet dancer. But when her oldest friend, Donovan, returns home after spending four long years with his kidnapper, Theo starts reliving memories about his abduction—and his abductor.
Donovan isn’t talking about what happened, and even though Theo knows she didn’t do anything wrong, telling the truth would put everything she’s been living for at risk. But keeping quiet might be worse.
'She says: "Theo, don't you know he raped you?"
Rape.
Rape.
Rape.
No. That's a word for what happens to women who get jumped on street corners or whose dates won't take no for an answer. I was in love with Chris. He didn't force me to be with him or drop something in my drink so I didn't have a choice.
Sure, he was a little rough sometimes, but rape? It's what people think he did to Donovan, but he didn't do that to me. We had sex and he left without saying goodbye but he didn't rape me.' (p249-250)
'Rape isn't meant to be this vague notion. It's a harsh reality and everyone knows what it is, can define it in two seconds flat. Chris didn't rape me.' (p265)
'Or we could forgo the meal altogether, something I've been doing more of lately. Not full force, like before. I know not to go too far. But with the trial eight weeks away, I need something to keep my mind off the fact that I still haven't talked to Donovan.
[...]
Thinking about food--exactly what I'll eat and when and exactly how much--helps keep my mind off the trial and the fact that I have no idea what to say when I get up on the stand. Marking down what I eat every day deters me from obsessing about how many days I have left until the trial.' (p185-186)
'The pizza here is mediocre but it's hard to fuck up a slice of cheese, which is what I really wanted to order.
But the less I eat, the stronger I feel. A few flashes of weakness, constant rumbling in my stomach--it's worth it. If I can sustain my willpower with food, I can do anything. Like face Chris in court next week. Decide what I'm going to say. Survive.' (p262)