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256 pages, Hardcover
First published March 28, 2017
If not for Shores Salter holding the tourniquet, Officer Shana Cottone making sure I didn't die right there on the pavement, and firefighter Mike Materia assuring that I survived the trip to Mass General, I would have been among whose [sic] who didn't make it off the pavement alive. (89)Sdoia was a spectator at the 2013 Boston Marathon, and she lost a leg in the bombings. But Perfect Strangers is about a lot more of that—Sdoia chooses to focus primarily on the people who helped her survive and the bonds they developed afterwards.
When she saw me, Alissa [a friend] thought I was dead, lying in a pool of my own blood, and she began screaming.Humour aside, there are some really thoughtful moments in here, none more so than when Sdoia pays tribute to the people who ran to help:
Really? I wanted to say to her. Really? I've lost my damn leg, and you're hysterical?
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Finally Shana told her, "You really have to shut the fuck up."
God, I love Boston cops. (41)
Before the smoke cleared, video of the blasts shows an incredible scene: two distinct waves of people moving in different directions—the majority away from the obvious locations of the explosions and lesser numbers, many of them wearing the neon-yellow vests of police, firefighters, and medical personnel, running directly into the smoke and fire. (17)Nicely done all round.
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"Am I going to die?" I asked Mike, squeezing his hand.
He was silent for a moment before he answered, "No, you're fine. It's only a flesh wound."
It would take me weeks to appreciate the irony, and tenderness, in that comment. (74)
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"So, I saw that People reporter and you talking at the shoot. What did she ask you?"
He hesitated, his fork pausing over his plate, before answering with his typical no big deal shrug.
"She wanted to know about us, if we were together, I guess."
"And what did you tell her?" I asked, trying to keep my voice even. I was so nervous that the clam I was shucking nearly got shucked onto the floor.
After one of his long silences, he said with another shrug, "I told her I was your fireman." (182)