Monday, December 15, 2014
Book 4 Review (Exam)
Book 4 Reflection: Sharp Objects
Dear Mother,
It has come to my attention that our last visit did not end well, and even though I am not writing to apologize, I am writing to inform you this is the last time you will ever hear from me. My whole childhood all you ever did was put me down as if it was my fault I was born out of wedlock, and that it was my fault for ruining your parent’s lives. My sister died when I was young, and still to this day, you compare me to my dead sister. How it should have been me who died and not Marian, as if I could control that. After I began harming myself and carving words into my skin to distract myself from the constant pain I was in, you never once asked if I was okay. I was sent to a godforsaken mental hospital for 6 months and how many times did you visit me? Once? And it was to remind me of how horrible of a person I was. How could I do this to myself? If my sister had been alive she would cherish life, her body, not infect it with scars from dirty, sharp objects.
After my half-sister was born, it was clear to me she was your dead daughter’s replacement. Well, congrats. She’s a cold blooded baby killer. Yet you still love her more than me? The day I came home to investigate and write about the murders in my hometown, Wind Gap, and I came to the front door of your perfect little home, the only thing I saw in your eyes was resent. “Why has my daughter who I could care less about come back? No one wants her here.” Those words were basically screaming from your face. Not like you even had to say it. Oh, and a few things you should know about your baby-killing daughter. Not only does she have a taste for blood, she does drugs. Drinks. Hooks up with senior boys. Steals things, and lies to you. Great parenting you’ve done here. I also have a few things to say about you, Mother. You may have raised me, but you will never be a mother to me. You abandoned me in my time of need. Not only when I was in the hospital, but I can’t remember a time when I was a child where you held my hand when I was scared, or told me we were going to get my sister’s death. It baffles me that you question why I left home and became a reporter. “It’s never going to get you anywhere in life, Camille.” Well, what’s your other daughter, Amma, going to do for the rest of her life? Oh that’s right, rot in prison. “It’s so dirty that the only reason you came home was to report about the girls getting killed in your hometown. You’re disgusting.” Plot twist, your kid is the one choking her playmates. You’ve got some serious issues Adora. I feel almost lucky for Marian. She got out while she could. I was stuck, and still am stuck in your whirlpool of your perfectionist ways. Newsflash Adora, the town of Wind Gap hates you. You’re some stuck up idiot who pretended to be close to the girls that were killed here just because you lost a daughter 25 years ago. Honestly, move on. I did, and it’s not Marian even loved you either. I wish the night where you told me you didn’t love me, with your sticky liquor breath, I would’ve told you about the devil child you raised. Amma is nothing but a replica of you, only prettier. She’s twisted, alone and sick. You both need help. You’re pure evil, and this is my goodbye to you both. Honestly, Adora, I would take a recovering suicidal daughter over a killer any day. But then again, you’re not like most mothers, not most can say they raised a murderer.
Good Riddance,
Camille.
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it was a really fast pace book, and i absolutely loved it. if you like twisted mystery murder stories, Gone Girl is perfect. I finished it within a week.
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