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This is the story of a boy whose mother gave him away to be raised by her psychiatrist, a dead ringer for Santa Claus and a certifiable lunatic into the bargain. Suddenly at the age of 12, Augusten found himself living in a dilapidated Victorian house in perfect squalor. The doctor's bizarre family, a few patients and a paedophile living in the garden shed completed the tableau. Here, there were no rules or school. The Christmas tree stayed up until Summer and Valium was chomped down like sweets. When things got a bit slow, there was always the ancient electroshock therapy machine under the stairs.
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This is the story of a boy whose mother gave him away to be raised by her psychiatrist, a dead ringer for Santa Claus and a certifiable lunatic into the bargain. Suddenly at the age of 12, Augusten found himself living in a dilapidated Victorian house in perfect squalor. The doctor's bizarre family, a few patients and a paedophile living in the garden shed completed the tableau. Here, there were no rules or school. The Christmas tree stayed up until Summer and Valium was chomped down like sweets. When things got a bit slow, there was always the ancient electroshock therapy machine under the stairs.
Forlag Atlantic Books
Utgivelsesår 2003
Format Innbundet
ISBN13 9781843541509
EAN 9781843541509
Omtalt sted Nordøstlige Stater
Omtalt person Augusten Burroughs
Språk Engelsk
Sider 304
Utgave 1
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The line between normal and crazy seemed impossibly thin. A person would have to be an expert tightrope walker in order not to fall.
My powers of denial were strong even then, and I was able to convince myself that it didn't really matter because it didn't really happend.
I came to think that maybe God was what you believed in because you needed to feel you weren’t alone. Maybe God was simply that part of yourself that was always there and always strong, even when you were not.
I just look at her and she creeps me out. She looks like she would eat a baby. Not that she's fat. She just looks hungry in some dangerous way that can't be explained. She's always so nice and friendly. Exactly the disposition of a baby killer.
I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention. For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray days where eight in the morning looks no different from noon and nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen and you are washing a glass in the sink and it breaks-accidentally-and punctures your skin. And then there is this shocking red, the brightest thing in the day, so vibrant it buzzes, this blood of yours. That is okay sometimes because at least you know you’re alive.