genre } non-fiction | memoir | true crime
rating } 18 +
date released } July 12th 2011
edition } Simon & Schuster Adult Publishing Group, 288 pg
acquisition } bought via Kindle
available @ Book Depository
by Jaycee Lee Dugard
Summary via Goodreads:
In the summer of 1991 I was a normal kid. I did normal things. I had friends and a mother who loved me. I was just like you. Until the day my life was stolen.
For eighteen years I was a prisoner. I was an object for someone to use and abuse.
For eighteen years I was not allowed to speak my own name. I became a mother and was forced to be a sister. For eighteen years I survived an impossible situation.
On August 26, 2009, I took my name back. My name is Jaycee Lee Dugard. I don’t think of myself as a victim. I survived.
A Stolen Life is my story—in my own words, in my own way, exactly as I remember it.
My 2 Cents
Wow… I like to repeat that biographies aren’t my thing, but I tell you a secret, I actually had my eye on this book even days before it came out. I don’t know, for some reason, I had to read it. I think the summary caught me by the scruff of my neck and I just had to read it, no matter what. So on the day of it’s release, I’ve decided that I need to get my paws on it ASAP.
Page after page, I read it as soon as it reach me. I can’t possible put it down. At times I was even frustrated seeing how the Stockholm Syndrome took over her and how bad it is for her. I see her not giving up, but actually giving up, just to survived. for an eleven year old when she was taken, she managed to get away, even though it took her a very long time for it. She make the best of what she could, even making the place of her captivity a “personal space”, like her little heaven in hell.
I would have review this earlier, but I was caught up with things around here. But yeah… if you’re into survival stuff, I suggest this is one book you can pick up and read. the price was a bit pricey for an e-book, but I guess it probably goes into The JAYC Foundation she has set up for victims like her.
Pine cones has a different meaning to me now.