Jump to the terrible car accident, jump back to the
hairspray accident. Jump to the men
“self sucking” themselves, jump forward to the meaning of “felching”. Flash.
I hate my parents. Flash. My brother’s dead, I hate my brother. Flash. Ha, Ha, Ha. Birds ate my face…
You really take in a lot reading only the first 94 pages of
this book; I can only imagine what is going to happen throughout the remaining
200 pages. We learn that the main
character, our narrator, is supposedly this beautiful infomercial model, until
she gets shot with a rifle while driving and loses half of her face. What I got out of reading the first seven
chapters is that she really has been through a lot. She lived a crazy life before this “accident”
happened, probably eventually leading us to why this “accident” did
happen. It’s clear that somebody wanted
her dead, we just don’t know why yet.
What spoke to me the most was the fact that she doesn’t know
if her brother is actually dead or not.
She wants to believe he died of AIDS when in reality he is probably
still alive. Evie, her modeling friend,
tries to get her to prove that her brother is dead but she has no solid
evidence. Her and her parents hate him
so much that they make up his death.
What is really coincidental is the fact that a hairspray can explodes in
his face. Two siblings get half of their
face blown off. Hmm, coincidence? Obviously the author has some intention for
both of these things to happen, we just don’t know what yet and how they will
connect.
Going through the U.S border, dancing in clubs and bars,
felching, etc. This woman has really
lived a crazy life. She goes home on
Thanksgiving only for her parents to talk about her “dead” brother. She wants to tell them about her life, her
boyfriend, but all they can talk about is why they hate her brother, and why
every color triangle would represent something sexual. “The pink triangle is the Nazi symbol for
homosexual,” her parents say. Obviously
our narrator is very emotional, telling us how she wishes her parents cared
about her and didn’t ignore her. I hope
eventually, she has the courage to tell her parents what she tells us.
