I'll be honest and say I imagined this book would be yet another poor version of Speak. There are so many books about sexual abuse in its various ugly forms. What don't we remember from our early childhoods? What horrors did our minds automatically repress to shelter us from dealing with reality? Why are we like we are - could there be an answer hidden deep inside us, a long-forgotten memory that haunts us subconsciously? The kind of memories we push below the surface and force ourselves to hide away. The scary things in this book are the memories that people forget over time. Not even any serial killers or psychopaths. No demons or things that go bump in the night. And the worst part? This book doesn't have any monsters in the traditional sense. I had foreseen Faking Normal having many possible effects on me but fear really wasn't one of them.
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