Broken As I Am
Juliet deWal

5x7.25 - 312 Pages

Georgia: If I could find Barbie right now, I'd rip her scrawny little legs off. Yes, Barbie, the doll. I blame all of this on her. The pink harmony that she promised me with her snazzy Corvette and  all-accessories camper. The perfect outfit. The lack of body hair. The arched brows. Her happy townhouse... I should have caught on to the impossibility of the whole load of  crud she was peddling when I realized that she doesn’t even fit in her own home. 

Nichoali: I could lie to you and say that this present scenario is  exactly what I want out of life. But it’s not. It is so, so not.  I want to try on the words: to see what will  happen if I tell someone about it all. But there’s no one left to tell. I think of running away. I always said I would in a situation like this.  Because I’m a coward like that. All I'm saying is that for once in my pathetic life, I want to do right by someone who needs me.

Kate: Newcomers to those parts are few and far between. It’s the kind of town that teenaged girls  dream of running away from. The kind of place whose children never return from college. Where men grow old and chaffed by the wind while  women dull and dull until they too are the colour of soil. Our arrival was not unnoticed. All that light, peeking and shooting out of my broken places. It was bound to attract someone's attention.