Oct. 26, 1965 a 16 year old girl was found tortured to death in a basement of a home in Indianapolis, Indiana ... 10 years later, a woman obsessed with the case decided to write a book,
a book based mostly on speculation.
For the author to take such horrific, heartbreaking subject matter and try to twist it into being some kind of pornographic thrill ride disgusted and sickened me unlike anything I've ever read.
How dare she assume to know what Sylvia Likens or Gertrude Baniszewski or ANY of them were thinking.
Battered and bloody, scalded by hot baths and burned with cigarettes, branded and carved on, covered in her own filth and lying on a pile of dirty rags and the author thinks Sylvia is lying there thinking about how she used to touch "it" but she won't anymore because it's dirty.
Even in death, poor little Sylvia is still being tortured, this time by some idiot author, whom, in my opinion, would greatly benefit by sharing her sadomasochistic fantasies with a shrink.
I would not recommend this book to anyone, and if it didn't belong to the Library, I would toss it right into my fireplace.