“ All the dead bold and pulled shades and hidden knives in the world couldn’t protect you from the truth. And I sat there and closed my eyes and felt Jack again, ramming himself into me—felt that blind, never-ending pain, over and over, on the afternoon we’d killed Rita’s baby
When you deserved it, even the mail could rape you (153).”
When I read this I felt really scared. Like, I can’t even imagine getting raped. Dolores is always talking about how she feels Jack ramming again, and I can’t even begin to imagine that every day, ten times a day, you remember something so devastating. When Dolores said the last line, I was so shocked. She still thinks it was her fault, that she deserved being raped—something totally wrong. Even the mail could rape you—getting mail from the person who killed her mother felt like she was getting raped again. All that pain and agony came out, and I don’t know something about it made me feel downright awful and I really felt for anyone who ever has got raped (not that I didn’t before but now even more so!)
“She jumped from chore to chore without accomplishing anything (191).”
For some reason I do the same thing that Kippy does ALL the time. If I am nervous, or have like a lot to do, or just really anxious, I always make a list of everything to do and I never complete a task—I do a little bit of cleaning my room, a little bit of laundry, but never master 1 thing at a time, I never can do that. I feel really bad for Dolores and how Kippy now hates her because she is fat, and how Kippy is just using Dolores throughout the story. The only time Kippy really does something nice for Dolores is when she comes and sits on her bed and Dolores talks about her mothers death.
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