Trying to remember, I have learned,
is like trying to clutch a handful of fog.
Trying to forget,
like trying to hold back the monsoon.
–Patricia McCormick
In Sold, a National Book Award Finalist, McCormick tells a prose narrative (although it reads like verse) through the eyes of a Nepalese girl who was sold into sex slavery. The harrowing tale of deception, bodily violation, starvation, and ghastly punishments from such innocent eyes reveals the human indignity within the secret walls of sex trafficking. McCormick actually traced the path of girls such as the one in her book as part of her research for writing this book. [Beautifully heartbreaking.]
And then he is gone. Leaving me to consider how long it has been since a tomorrow meant anything to me.
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