This is a special post as I am using one of my all-time favourite book- Wally Lamb's She's Come Undone. I sincerely hope you pick it up and read it. You'll be blown away.
Like the whale herself, my memories of Gracewood have become for me a corpse I'm obliged to carry. Sometimes it occupies the passenger's seat in the car during long, quiet drives; sometimes it lies beside me in bed, on nights when I can't sleep, or on nights when I can. The corpse is either benign or dangerous. It has the gift of speech.
"You're a beautiful person, Dolores," Dr. Shaw told me the very first day I sat across from him, locked in my fat and self-hatred.
"Yeah,right, I'm Miss Universe," I snapped back. "I won it in the swimsuit competition."
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