Once upon a time, my name was not Alice.
Once upon a time, I didn’t know how lucky I was.
When Alice was ten, Ray took her away from her family, her friends — her life. She learned to give up all power, to endure all pain. She waited for the nightmare to be over.
Now Alice is fifteen and Ray still has her, but he speaks more and more of her death. He does not know it is what she longs for. She does not know he has something more terrifying than death in mind for her.
This is Alice’s story. It is one you have never heard, and one you will never, ever forget.
My Review: This is the kind of book that once you start reading it, you don’t want to put it down. At the same time, this book is extraordinarily dark and troublesome. That’s not to say there aren’t a few glimmers of hope throughout.
It’s hard not to feel for the main character, Alice. And by feel, I mean feel rage on the incredible injustice she has endured, hopelessness at the situations she finds herself in, sorrow over all that she has lost, and hope…that she will somehow find a way. The choice placed before her is so impossible that I honestly felt like I couldn’t blame her either way.
On the surface, this may seem like a book about child abuse or abduction, but underneath that, I found this to be about how the choices we make define us and that ultimately no one can take away from us the power of choice in how we react to situations. She also deals lightly with how we all try to exert our power over others even when we don’t realize that’s exactly what we are doing. In many ways, this book is profound.
Even though this book is classified as YA, the content matter is very adult, therefore, I would recommend this book for mature teens only as there is a fair bit of sexual abuse, some language, and violence as well. Though you may feel like you need a shower for your soul after reading this book, it stayed with me, and the ideas and questions raised by this book haunted me for days afterward. Recommended.