læser Morrisseys erindringer. Naturally my birth almost kills my mother, for my head is too big, but soon it is I, and not my mother, on the critical list at Salfords Pendlebury Hospital. I cannot swallow and I spend months hospitalized, my stomach ripped open, my throat pulled wide, my parents are warned that I am unlikely to survive. Disappearing beneath a mass of criss-crossed blanket stitches, I grip onto the short life that has already throttled me. Once I am discharged from hospital, my sister Jackie, older by two years, is interrupted four times as she attempts to kill me, whether this be rivalry or visionary no one knows. Og det er altså kun begyndelsen.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 15:07:03 +0000
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