This true story is just incredible. Just imagine you are living with a murderer without even know it...
Obviously, I had already heard about Ted Bundy but I recently watched this movie "Extremely wicked shockingly evil and vile" on Netflix and wanted to know more about this incredible story. I then
watched this documental on Amazon :"Ted Bundy Falling for a Killer" in which Liz Kendall herself and her daughter Molly are testifying. And I just kept caught by this unbelievable true story they lived. Today, after finishing this book, I am just astonished and can't imagine what they went through. Mother and daughter in their own words, I recommend this book if you wish to know this story from the point of view of the woman knowed as Ted Bundy's girlfriend at the time the crimes were commited.
Commenter  J’apprécie         20
Forcement des éléments de la vie de Ted Bundy qu'on apprend nulle part ailleurs, relatés par la femme qu'il aimera toute sa vie
Intéressant donc même si ce n'est pas forcement de la grande littérature, mais ce n'est pas ce qu'on lui demande...
Commenter  J’apprécie         20
Tellement romantique et triste .
Commenter  J’apprécie         20
No. There is something the matter with me. It wasn’t you. It was me. I just couldn’t contain it. I’ve fought it for a long, long time . . . it got too strong. We just happened to be going together when it got under way. I tried, believe me, I tried to suppress it. It was taking more and more of my time. That’s why I didn’t do well in school. My time was being used trying to make my life look normal. But it wasn’t normal. All the time I could feel that force building in me. . . .” His voice faded off for a moment. “You can ask me questions, if you want. I’ll try to answer the best I can.
By writing in the book that Ted was warm and loving and lovable, I was avoiding facing the painful truth that I knew only a small part of Ted.
I know. Me, too. I loved my freedom. But I have a sickness . . . a disease like your alcoholism . . . you can’t take another drink and with my . . . sickness . . . there is something . . . that I just can’t be around . . . and I know it now.” I asked him what that was, and he said, “Don’t make me say it.
I have come to accept that a part of me will always love a part of him.