On my recent trip to Phoenix (yay Julie Hardy!), my mom met me there and when we were returning to our respective locations, I had a few hours to kill in the airport in Phoenix. I hadn't really brought all that much to do because it was only an hour and a half flight and hadn't prepared for a whole days worth of activities.
So I went on the hunt for a new book to read. I perused the small selection the airport bookstore had and used my BookScanner app and chose "Lucky" by Alice Sebold. It's her memoir recounting her rape as a freshman student at Syracuse University. I essentially was reading that book until my plane landed back in Salt Lake.
I'm starting to feel like I'm creepy with my fascination with this topic. Not only this book but my love for Law & Order: Special Victims Unit. Maybe I should be a detective or something? Maybe a counselor for rape victims? Well, I think it's easier to learn about it than deal with it.

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