Stolen Life

Continuing my quest for not "happy happy" books (I think I'm going to try to incorporate this into my daily vocabulary), I finished Jaycee Dugard's "Stolen Life" today. You knew I would be all over this book, given my proclivity towards true crime. It was really, really sad and I could completely relate to a lot of the things she complained about, not like having control over her own life for so many years and feeling so alone all the time, although, obviously, not to the same degree that she suffered. She tells her story in her own words: straightforward and honest. It was a great read and I hope Phillip and Nancy Girrado enjoy their special place in Hell with Kenneth Parnell someday.