Australian actor and young-adult writer Laguna (Too Loud Lily) delivers a grim, creepy, powerful first-person narrative about a direly neglected child whose knowledge of the world is severely circumscribed by her fanatically Christian parents. Told entirely in the solipsistic point of view of Hester, the only child of paranoid, abusive parents, the novel pursues the girl's deeply troubling relationship with them and their bizarre world view. Begrudged her difficult birth, Hester is routinely hung, Christ-like, from her arms in the basement by her depressed mother, who sequesters the young girl in their shared cabin, her only book The Abridged Picture Bible. Hester's brief foray to school, thanks to the intervention of the town authorities, proves eye-opening (she makes her first friend, Mary), but ultimately disastrous. Molested by her father through her adolescence, Hester is finally institutionalized when her parents can no longer control her. Laguna's rendering of Hester's fragile mental state is sympathetic and touching, especially through imagined dialogue with inanimate objects and in the friendship Hester makes with Mary, and then in the institution, with Norma. A truly haunting tale that readers won't soon forget, from a compelling, original voice. (Aug.)Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
One Foot Wrongby Sofie Laguna
"Hester Wakefield has never spoken to any person other than her parents, or seen the outside world. Her days consist of religious observance, chores, and punishments, and the only solace she has is in her one possession - an illustrated children's Bible - and spending time with her "friends" door, broom, Cat, and spoon, who talk to her and sometimes tell her what… See more details below
"Hester Wakefield has never spoken to any person other than her parents, or seen the outside world. Her days consist of religious observance, chores, and punishments, and the only solace she has is in her one possession - an illustrated children's Bible - and spending time with her "friends" door, broom, Cat, and spoon, who talk to her and sometimes tell her what to do. One day, at the urging of handle, Hester ventures outside and is overwhelmed by the beauty of sunshine, sky, and trees. From this moment on, Hester learns that there are some things she cannot tell her parents, and she keeps this adventure to herself. Hester's secrets begin to grow and she keeps them locked away in the shadowy corners of her insular world, waiting until she can find other ways to be free. It is only after Hester's innocence becomes experience that she finds the strength to take action, and all that she has endured in her short life culminates in a climactic moment that will change her forever." One Foot Wrong challenges the boundaries of right and wrong, sanity and madness, love and justice, poetry and life. Hester's story is often dark and harrowing, but the impact of her distinctive voice and way of seeing the world illuminates every page and makes this novel an exhilarating, enlightening, and, ultimately, an uplifting and transformative experience.
"A truly haunting tale that readers won’t soon forget, from a compelling, original voice."—Publishers Weekly
"Laguna writes with lyrical economy, and her craft elevates a tale which in its bare outlines seems like sensational tabloid fare...A disturbing story graced by powerful, poetic prose."—Kirkus Reviews
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I slept at the feet of Boot and Sack. My one small bed went longways across the end of their big one. If I turned my head in the night and the moon was shining through, I could see the hill of Boot’s feet beside my face. Sack’s feet I couldn’t see but I knew they were there–no shoes, tipped-over and sleeping. Every night Sack pulled my blankets tight around me, pressing me down. “Lie still, Hester, not a peep from you, not a wriggle.” Every night I lay on my back looking up through the dark at the grey paint cloud, at its cracks in the shapes of wings, and the white curtain sometimes blowing.
Cat was there and together we’d wait for the bird dream. Cat’s bird dream was hiding in the long grass, a fast chase and a jump. In my bird dream everything was white without walls. Bird sang and flew and so did I. Then bird became many birds. Every part of me moved with the many birds–my fingers, hair, and toes all swirled and twirled in bird circles. Which was me and which was bird?
A secret has no sound; it lives in your darkest corner where it sits and waits.
Sometimes it gives a jump or a wriggle but mostly it waits like the spider waits for the fly. A secret grows thick like the ball of web the spider weaves around the fly when he makes the trap. Fly can’t breathe or smell in there–his world sticks against his face, small as his own eyes.
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