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A review by Phyllis Haynes

"Survival is not the end of horror; it is its echo." In her searing memoir, Santayana Rose writes from that echo — from the uneasy silence that follows screams, from the psychic tremor that never fully stills. This is not the story of the "hero's" journey. Rose takes us through the turmoil of her early childhood, through her separation from her uncomfortable parental home, to the abusive household of her adolescent and preteen years. For her own survival, she contends with enslavement by a very mean woman and faces constant mocking because her Philippine skin was not light enough and her stature was not tall enough.

She endured torture, false imprisonment, and the brutal loss of her dearest friend in the Philippines. What she brings to the page is not a neat narrative of endurance but the raw, irregular rhythm of a life forever altered by violence. Violence perpetrated by her captors when she is caught up in a demonstration that she did not want to be at. Her clear, fresh writing style takes us inside the brutality and horror of her experience.

Her prose is stripped of sentimentality, as if excess language would betray the truth. Reading her account is to inhabit the claustrophobia of captivity.

Freedom, she shows us, can be its own haunted room — filled with ghosts of what the body remembers and the mind cannot quiet. The courage here is not in having survived, but in continuing to live while knowing that safety is a fragile illusion.

This is not a light read; it is one you reckon with. Rose refuses to let the reader look away. In telling her story, she forces the world to confront the violence it prefers to forget — and in doing so, she reclaims her power to name what was once unspeakable.

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