Small Sacrifices by Ann Rule
1988
Weight: 8 oz
Method of Disposal: Donating
I was working at Waldenbooks in early 2000 when a woman came in to the store proclaiming desperately that this book was her life and that I had to read it to understand her. I had never met her before, but she pressed a copy of the book into my hands and then bought a copy for her attorney. She was incredibly emotional and high-strung.
I bought the book without paying much attention to it. I was curious, but I was uncomfortable because I knew that Ann Rule was THE true crime author of the time. I got home and saw the book was about a woman who tried to murder her children, successfully killing one. I was a teenager. I was not so sure I should have bought the book. I hoped that the woman was just a little insane and mostly just a liar. I put the book away and every time I picked it up I would just put it right back away. I wondered who the woman thought she was. The murderer, the child, the prosecution--couldn't be--she said she had an attorney. Was she just attention-seeking? I will never know.
I finally read it this year. We just moved into a new house, and we have less space even though we like this house better than the last. We are purging a lot. I am, of course, still trying to read and let go of all of these books. There are still SO many. I knew I wanted to let this one go because of my feelings about true crime and because of all the thoughts it brought up every time I came across it.
1988
Weight: 8 oz
Method of Disposal: Donating
I bought the book without paying much attention to it. I was curious, but I was uncomfortable because I knew that Ann Rule was THE true crime author of the time. I got home and saw the book was about a woman who tried to murder her children, successfully killing one. I was a teenager. I was not so sure I should have bought the book. I hoped that the woman was just a little insane and mostly just a liar. I put the book away and every time I picked it up I would just put it right back away. I wondered who the woman thought she was. The murderer, the child, the prosecution--couldn't be--she said she had an attorney. Was she just attention-seeking? I will never know.
I finally read it this year. We just moved into a new house, and we have less space even though we like this house better than the last. We are purging a lot. I am, of course, still trying to read and let go of all of these books. There are still SO many. I knew I wanted to let this one go because of my feelings about true crime and because of all the thoughts it brought up every time I came across it.
