I have to say, I didn't think I was going to enjoy Alice Sebold's memoir about how she was raped as a college student. But I did. The voice of the narrator -- her -- is that of a survivor. But rather than identify as a Survivor, she is adamant about being a person to whom something awful happened, rather than a career victim.
She has a unique, super-charged engaging voice and I thought the book was terrific.
I'm still wary of The Lovely Bones. Something about a story narrated by a dead girl, I find off-putting. Even having seen what Sebold did with her own personal horror story. But I have moved a little. I used to be adamant about not reading Bones. Now I'd probably be willing if I came across a copy. But I'm not going to seek it out.
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