When I was six, I discovered why serial killers kill. It feels so good. I murdered a Guinea pig first; I tortured him before I killed him. Inflicting pain was . . . intoxicating. The physical sensations . . . delicious. The sense of Power . . . addictive. The Guinea pig's pain fed the monster inside me. The more I fed him, the hungrier he became. As I grew older and stronger and smarter, so did he. Elsewhere is a story about monsters born at night in the minds of children. They are supposed to die at childhood’s end—when children come to believe there’s really nosuchthings. When monsters survive childhood and follow us into adulthood, bad things happen. And the devil smiles.
While the Author jumps around to different periods in her life, she makes it work. It was a bit confusing the first couple of times but by then the Reader is already hooked and keeps reading. In fact, this Reader was hooked from the first couple of pages.
The story is one of a dysfunctional family and the scars left on an innocent child caught up in the ugliness. It's a story of survival and of pulling oneself out of the past and building a better future.