Saturday, October 27, 2012

Week 6

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.     

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