Without knowing
Joseline Student
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By: Patricia McCormick
Have you ever had a huge reality check? Or learned something the hard way? This book all starts pretty normal considering what a poor family goes through. Once you get past it, it gets so sad you just have to read it until the ending. Lakshmi, who is thirteen years old, lives in a village in Nepal to where she struggles to make a living with her family each day. That all ends when her father sends her to work to receive a huge amount of money in India to which she thought she was going to be a maid but instead as a prostitute.
"Finally, we turn down an alley and arrive in front of a mental gate held fast with a heavy chain. Uncle takes a key from his vest, opens the lock, and hurries me inside" (90).
I personally found this book eye-opening because most people don't realize what they have and to also be thankful for simple things you already have that can be taken for granted.
"Finally, we turn down an alley and arrive in front of a mental gate held fast with a heavy chain. Uncle takes a key from his vest, opens the lock, and hurries me inside" (90).
I personally found this book eye-opening because most people don't realize what they have and to also be thankful for simple things you already have that can be taken for granted.
“Then it stops. The red cloth is pulled back. And a man stands in the hallway zipping his pants. I look down at my red-painted nails and my new shoes. Something is not right here. Don’t know know what’s going on, but it is not right, not right at all” (102).
I find this sentence the turning point in this whole book because this is when she realizes what's going on and that she didn't come to India as a maid. The author purposely sets up the whole story in the beginning of her happy and harmonious life she had to contradict about the other half of the book and to make a much bigger impact on the reader in the end than probably starting it off as straight to the point. Overall, it's very upsetting to read as rape is mentioned in this book as a warning to those who may want to read it.
"There is a bucket of water next to my bed. But no matter how often I scrub and wash and scrub, I cannot seem to rinse the men from my body" (129).
"There is a bucket of water next to my bed. But no matter how often I scrub and wash and scrub, I cannot seem to rinse the men from my body" (129).
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