![]() ![]() She does not want to rely on what the videos show and what her family tells her - she wants to know herself, herself.īits and pieces of her past begin tug at the edges of her mind, but they are not always happy and rarely are they clear. Also, there are shaded pages, passages in which Jenna has mental confessions about the past, present, and future.) She knows she was a dancer, a daughter, a student, a friend, and that she was happy, but the most of this knowledge comes from outside sources rather than her own memories. (Since she narrates the story in first person, it's easy to follow this train of thought: there's "Jenna," dancing and smiling away on the recordings, and there's "I" or "me" watching them in the present day. ![]() When Jenna watches old home movies, she can't help but think of herself as two people. Their smiles are cautious, wary her grandmother's smile is sad, almost bitter. Her parents want her to stay at home for a while in order to make full recovery and avoid a relapse. One year later, she awakens to a life she can't recall, a body she doesn't recognize, two parents and a grandmother doesn't really know, and a house she can't leave. Jenna was left comatose after a tragic accident. This eye-opening story which openly explores the concept of identity will stay on your mind for a long, long time. Pearson is a stunning, fascinating novel. The dictionary says my identity should be all about being separate or distinct, and yet it feel like it is so wrapped up in others. ![]()
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