Once upon a time, I was a little girl who disappeared.
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
Y’all… this book! I had to write about it because I got sucked in and read it in one setting! It is as dark as it comes, but man did the author do an amazing job!
I loved how she stylistically wrote it. I loved the voice that seemed hollow and vacant. I love the freedom the girl found in the end. I loved that this book wasn’t about redemption and it didn’t have a classic happy ending (though I thought it was as happy as it could be under the horrific circumstances.)
Hands down the most thought-provoking book I’ve read in a long time.
Oh, and I’m never letting my kids out of my sight again.