This book is by the woman held hostage by Brian Nichols back in 2005, when he escaped from an Atlanta courthouse, killing several people in the process. He held her hostage in her own apartment for 7 hours, and she talked him into surrendering peacefully.
When I first skimmed this book, I figured out that she was a 27 year old widow, whose husband had been murdered. She was trying to get things together for her 5 year old daughter, and she sounded like a cool heroin. Then I actually started the book, and at first it was a lot harder to like her. She was a drug addict, hadn't had custody of her daughter for over two years because of that, and her murdered husband was a druggie beater loser stupid guy (as far as I could gather, although she said she loved him and the loss was devastating) who was murdered in a fight he started and wouldn't let die. Something over drugs. She'd been to jail for DUIs and drugs. And she was grabbed by Nichols after a 2:00 AM run for cigarettes. Suddenly the heroin didn't seem as angelic, and it was harder to like her.
But she grew on me by the end of the book. And I realized that someone like me would never have been able to talk Brian Nichols into surrendering. He would've shot me, then gone on to rob banks and hold other hostages and die in a bloody shootout with police. Like when he told her that she could never understand what it was like to go to jail or be falsely accused of something, she could honestly say she did know. I would've been like, "Oh yeah. In 4th grade once, this mean boy named Duane was somehow put on hall patrol. He gave me a bad ticket when I went in during recess to get a drink. It wasn't because I did anything wrong, but just because he didn't like me. It was really upsetting, and when I reported him to my teacher she cleared the bad ticket from my record. But I can totally get how upsetting it would be to not be cleared. I might have shot someone, too." (That is a true story, and Duane Lelachuer was a jerk face. And I hope wherever he is, he reads that.)
I have also never been addicted to drugs, so I couldn't relate with him there either. (Okay - again, unless you count in high school, when I had a headache and decided to try a Tylenol for the first time in my life. I asked my mom, who hesitantly gave me two pills. About a month later, I had a headache again and went for the Tylenol, but it was missing from the medicine cabinet. I casually asked my mom if we had any, and after giving me a horrified look, she left the room and came back with a Tylenol bottle emptied of all by one single pill. I said, "Mom, why is there only one pill in the bottle?" She said, "You don't need more than that!" Perplexed, I said, "But Mom, you're supposed to take two. Ummm, why can't I have two?" Mom: "Because...(emotional gasp) you are addicted!" (You really have to read that quote in a dramatic voice, or you aren't experiencing it like it really happened.) I just decided to let it go. My sister and I still gasp "Because.. you are addicted!" to each other whenever we can find an appropriate opening in a conversation. It's kind of an inside joke with us. Now everyone who is reading this is in on our inside joke. Hope you feel special!!)
Anyways, I really really really think that no one other than the author of this book, with her very specific weaknesses and strengths, could have stopped Brian Nichols like she did. And for that, and her constant attempts to be a better person, she grew on me. She said that God led him specifically to her door to hold her hostage, so she could stop him, AND so that she could give up drugs (which she did as a result of that night). She was very religious, and explained over and over again that God was in control of every single thing that happened that night. I liked her attitude about that.
It wasn't the most exciting book I've ever read, but it went pretty fast and I found it interesting.