Summary of Chanel Miller's Know My Name
Everest Media
Disponibilité:
Ebook en format . Disponible pour téléchargement immédiat après la commande.
Ebook en format . Disponible pour téléchargement immédiat après la commande.
Éditeur:
Everest Media LLC
Everest Media LLC
Protection:
Format ouvert - aucune protection
Format ouvert - aucune protection
Année de parution:
2022
2022
ISBN-13:
9781669367857
Description:
Please note:This audiobook has been generated using AI Voice. This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I am shy. I’ve never asked a question in a large lecture hall. I’ve always rolled my shopping cart back to its place of origin if there’s no more half-and-half on the counter at the coffee shop.
#2 I went to Stanford with my parents. I was dropped off near the Stanford bookstore, where on rainy days my mom had brought me for hot cocoa and madeleines. I drank whiskey straight, unapologetically, freely.
#3 I was at a party, and I was bored. I began freestyle rapping about dry skin. I was extremely tired, and I had outgrown everything around me. I was lying in a narrow bed with plastic guardrails on each side, an adult crib.
#4 I always wondered why survivors understood other survivors so well. It wasn’t the specifics of the assault that we had in common, but the moment after, when we are left alone and confused.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I am shy. I’ve never asked a question in a large lecture hall. I’ve always rolled my shopping cart back to its place of origin if there’s no more half-and-half on the counter at the coffee shop.
#2 I went to Stanford with my parents. I was dropped off near the Stanford bookstore, where on rainy days my mom had brought me for hot cocoa and madeleines. I drank whiskey straight, unapologetically, freely.
#3 I was at a party, and I was bored. I began freestyle rapping about dry skin. I was extremely tired, and I had outgrown everything around me. I was lying in a narrow bed with plastic guardrails on each side, an adult crib.
#4 I always wondered why survivors understood other survivors so well. It wasn’t the specifics of the assault that we had in common, but the moment after, when we are left alone and confused.