This a tough read. It's an autobiograhical story of a terrible childhood. A true compelling story of Constance Briscoe. She is one of Britain's first black woman judges to tell of her own miserable childhood.
Rejected by her mother at the age 11. She applied to be taken into care. Sent home, she endured 2 more years of emotional abuse until her mother left her. Disturbingly honest book.
Well, I think I shouldn't be reading all this very sad books. The weather is unpleasantly gloomy outside. Timothy is out with his daddy. So depressingly quiet at home without my boy. Sentimental music is playing at the background. Geeez!!!. Feeling so melancholy now. I'm gonna 'cryyyyyyyyyy'. 'Cialat'.
Synopsis at the back of the book:-
I handed my school photograph to my mother. She stared from the photograph to me.
'Lord, sweet Lord how come she so ugly. Ugly. Ugly.'
These cruel words are just the beginning. Constance's mother systematically abused her daughter, both physically and emotionally, throughout her childhood. Regularly beaten and starved, the child was so desperate she took herself off to Social Service and tried to get taken into care. When Constance was 13, her mother simply moved out, leaving her daughter to fend for herself: there was no gas, no electricity and no food.
But somehow Constance found the courage to survice her terrible start in life. This is her heartbreaking-and ultimately triumphant-story.
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