carmen’s Reviews > Sleepwalking > Status Update

"It wasn't that my mother and father did not love me, or don't love me even now; they do in their own resigned, puzzled way. I was constantly aware of being separate from them, a foster child in an inappropriate home. [...] There was nothing I could do, nothing I could touch. My childhood had no gravity. I floated dumbly through it, reaching out to grab for doorknobs, bedposts. I could not grab for people."