The book review:Sold

The book written by Patricia McCormick is the searing story of thousands of Nepalis girls who are trade into sexual slavery. The “sold” gives a lucid detail of each part of the story in a minimalistic manner. The narrator in the book: Lakshmi is 13 yr old girl grown in the lap of Himalayas, playing with her little goat “Tali” living her simple but pleasurable life however when the brutal monsoon washes their only source of food away she was compelled to leave them. The new tin roof, a warm sweater for aama(mother) and sweets for her younger brother, a new way to gay life was what she had hoped for. The bundles she bears to go to the city were light but the burden and responsibilities she held were hard for her to forget even for a second. Little did she know that the life waiting for her in the city were far from her imagination.
When the brutal monsoon occurred destroying their only source of food, she was traded by her stepfather for a sexual slavery in India. The naïve Lakshmi was unaware of the facts that a novel place hold behind its attractive facade.
The literal definition of the city was quite matching to what she had thought. She is amused by everything around her, the tall buildings that hide her Himalayas, the overcrowded places that reek of humans, she instantly missed the chilled wind and smell of those wildflowers. She is lost on her own train of thoughts contemplating the merit she will gain after working in this foreign place entirely unaware of the miserable future she beholds. She couldn’t comprehend what was going on and what was she supposed to do. However, when she gets the gist of things around her she was entrapped helplessly.

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