Parts Of A Columbus Ship

The dolls unreviewed

I know it's from yesterday that I should post this review last book of but last time I was sick and today is the day and then I have not finished the book.
Today is a day not because of my mother.

Today I feel I hate it, with my whole being. Yet another ban has only made the camel's back. Why? Because my mother would take a Truzzi or daughter as a little girl minka, certainly not me. I think, I write, I make the dream above all. Instead my mother wants so much a doll, a puppet. I should not think, I should not have my opinions, I should not dream. Should I take leave during the meal, let me dress up in the morning and just do what I am told, and completed orders, shut myself up in a closet lantana from the world.
But think about it? I seem to live in the age of fascism! I can not express my thoughts and, even if I live to spit from Torino, I've never been there.

But that stupid I am. I do not ever openly rebelled, I do not ever forward. I eventually lost, even if I let myself throw shit on me every day, I always do everything to please her, I do not know how long I try to win the honeymoon that never was.

But I am silent.
The dolls did not even speak, no?

I do not know when I get to write and review after today. But as usual I should go ahead. But I like so much to be covered with insults and crap?