pickShort but quite shocking pseudo-autobiographical novel. A young girl travels around the world with her family of circus performers after they fled communist Romania in the 1960s and tells her disillusioning story in fresh, cruel and violent images. Her childhood is haunted by her fear of not losing her mother whose number is to dangle from her hair and by her mother's fear for her daughter not to be abused in a world of poverty and struggle.
"In each new town I dig a hole in the earth in front of our wagon, I thrust my hand in it, then my head and I hear God breathing and chewing underneath. Sometimes I wish I sank, despite my fear, in there, to let myself bitten by him. God is always very hungry."
"My family broke abroad like glass breaks."
"I let my skin drop on the floor."
"I dream that my mom dies. She leaves me a box with her heart's beats."
Unintentionally color matching my book cover happens a lot. #influenced
Why the Child is Cooking in the Polenta | 
