Author: Jaycee Duggard
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Adult Publishing Group
Copyright: July 2011
Number of Pages: 288 (Nook edition)
Reason for Reading: I wanted to share her experience in some infinitely tiny measure so that perhaps I could help take away a little of the pain.
In the summer of 1991 I was a normal kid. I did normal things. I had friends and a mother who loved me. I was just like you. Until the day my life was stolen.
For eighteen years I was a prisoner. I was an object for someone to use and abuse.
For eighteen years I was not allowed to speak my own name. I became a mother and was forced to be a sister. For eighteen years I survived an impossible situation.
On August 26, 2009, I took my name back. My name is Jaycee Lee Dugard. I don’t think of myself as a victim. I survived.
A Stolen Life is my story—in my own words, in my own way, exactly as I remember it.
When Elizabeth Smart was returned to her home and family, I wept for joy. When Jaycee Duggard was returned to her family, I wept for joy. At the same time, though, I wept for sorrow for all that these young women endured. What horrors they experienced at the hands of their captors is just unthinkable.
Several months ago, I read Room by Emma Donoghue, an imagining of what it would be like to escape from the life a young woman and her son led, pent up inside a small room. She vividly depicted the adjustments they had to make, and how difficult they were. No matter how desired the freedom was, it became a thing of torture at the same time.
Jaycee’s story is horrifying, and I cried right along with her as I read this book. I’m at a bit of a loss for words. I can’t imagine living through her experiences. She is an amazing person, and I feel honoured to share, vicariously, in her strength and bravery.