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Review of "Damaged Goods"

You all must think I am obsessed with Heather Sharfeddin's work. Well, when your professor is a published author you take an interest in what they write and how they write so their teaching is justified. Sharfeddin is a really great author. I think my favorite so far is the last book I just read by her, "Damaged Goods." There is so much internal and external conflict. Hershel gets into a car accident and when he wakes up, he can't remember a thing. He then wonders if he murdered a man and he has this internal conflict with himself because he doesn't remember killing anyone and he doesn't feel like a killer. The external conflict is very dominant in this novel. Silvie is running from her long term sexual abuser/boyfriend and her car breaks down. This is where she meets Hershel. She stays with him for a while. Hershel owns an auction. One night, Silvie's car gets sold on accident, along with some of her very personal belongings that she has to get back. Those belongings happen to be naked pictures taken of herself and a couple of other girls by her abuser who just happens to be the Sheriff where she is from. Long story short: Hershel did not kill anyone, Silvie gets her pictures back, and they end up together. I really liked this novel because of how well the story line flowed and how well it was shown. It really put you in the moment and you could almost never put the book down. The ending wasn't that bad. It ended on a really positive note I thought, although I would have liked to see a little into the future.

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