By Lucy Grealy
A memoir of a woman who survived a rare form of cancer as a child, only to have to live out her life trying to survive disfigurement and endless reconstructive surgeries. The book is brilliant because it takes one person's tragedy and uses it to explain why none of us feel we are pretty enough. It also gives chilling insight into children's capacity for cruelty. Lucy died last year at the age of 39. It's my personal goal to make sure people keep reading her book.