Alias Grace

When I was younger I used to think that if I could hug myself tight enough I could make myself smaller, because there was never enough room for me, at home or anywhere, but if I was smaller then I would fit in.

One of them was in there to get away from her husband, who beat her black and blue, he was the mad one but nobody would lock him up;

ou silly goose, it’s still warm from his bum;

think of all the things that have been written about me —