I don't know what to feel about this book. Some parts completely befuddled me. Like, your dad has been abusing your mom and yourself for so long, and if you can take it into your own hands and plan one of those dramatic escapes which don't work half the time, I'm pretty sure you can call up a lawyer five states away using a less amount of time. Sure, the dad knows all the policemen in town, but that doesn't mean the rest of the world thinks your dad is the good guy. Taping down dinner conversations and also showing the bruises is pretty good evidence after all.
Now, I want to get this clear,
I DO NOT THINK THAT THOSE WOMEN WHO GET ABUSED ARE STUPID FOR NOT DOING ANYTHING. BOLD AND UNDERLINED.
In fact, my heart goes out to those people who were abused. You must have suffered so much. What I'm saying is that if the Mom spent such a long time planning out exactly what to pack, where to meet, when to meet etc., the thought of calling up someone, like the ultimate authorities, to help them should have crossed her mind.
And then there's Alex. He seemed like such a convenient love interest, it was almost unnecessary, until the last part, that is. It's like, oh look, everyone else is making out, since I'm a straight guy, and you're a straight girl, let's make out too. To be honest, it would have made more sense if a gutsy old granny next door came along to throttle the daylights out of the dad.
I get that some parts of the book were intense, but I just could not wrap my head around this fact that they simply FORGOT that they could get help. If you can order three airplane tickets, you can call up a lawyer five states away. This book is just so illogical, I can't even-
Whatever. Another one of those books which I regret reading.