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320 pages, Hardcover
First published April 25, 2017
It’s my fault he sees me like that - I am like that.
But it’s not my fault he doesn’t see that I’m a person, too.
I’m not safe, but I’m secure. And I’m not comfortable because I don’t deserve to be.
I don’t want those men to see me. I just want to be invisible for a little while longer.
I try not to think about what a strange new feeling that is, wanting to be invisible.
““You could be a model,” I finally manage to say. She laughs like I’m joking, and I’m glad because that means she can’t hear how jealous I sound. Am I jealous? God.”

I can see what he sees. A girl who drinks, who wears short skirts. Who gets dressed up so that people will look at her, think she’s pretty. A girl everyone does think is pretty. A girl who likes attention and dark rooms and boys and parties and dumb, flirty conversation.
It’s my fault he sees me like that—I am like that.
But it’s not my fault he doesn’t see that I’m a person, too.