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My name is Joy, Joy Chappell. Over the top, I know, but my Mom wanted me to sound all innocent. And maybe I was, in my own way. Can a car stealing, pot smoking, LSD tripping chick be innocent? I thought so. Even though it was always on my mind. It, the thing we never talked about. It that Mom hid with Cover Girl and I lied to my friends about. It, making me dream that someday the light of hippie sun would shine down as we danced barefoot in meadows. Naïve, I know. But when you're a kid you see the world through your own eyes. And when you're high to boot, everything is tinged with a soft mist, like an out of focus camera, and you trust people, thinking they just want to give you a ride. Even with It, I never knew people were truly ugly until that night. I really thought the face inside was just a mask, one I could melt away with my Kodachrome soul. But I was wrong. And by the time I figured it out, it was too late. I was seventeen, and I was about to die.
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Finding Joy, Laurie Woodward
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- Rok vydání
- 2021
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- Titul
- Finding Joy
- Jazyk
- anglicky
- Autoři
- Laurie Woodward
- Vydavatel
- Next Chapter
- Rok vydání
- 2021
- Vazba
- měkká
- Počet stran
- 298
- ISBN13
- 9784867459201
- Série
- Štítky
- Beletrie, Psychologická tématika
- Anotace
- My name is Joy, Joy Chappell. Over the top, I know, but my Mom wanted me to sound all innocent. And maybe I was, in my own way. Can a car stealing, pot smoking, LSD tripping chick be innocent? I thought so. Even though it was always on my mind. It, the thing we never talked about. It that Mom hid with Cover Girl and I lied to my friends about. It, making me dream that someday the light of hippie sun would shine down as we danced barefoot in meadows. Naïve, I know. But when you're a kid you see the world through your own eyes. And when you're high to boot, everything is tinged with a soft mist, like an out of focus camera, and you trust people, thinking they just want to give you a ride. Even with It, I never knew people were truly ugly until that night. I really thought the face inside was just a mask, one I could melt away with my Kodachrome soul. But I was wrong. And by the time I figured it out, it was too late. I was seventeen, and I was about to die.