Kettlewell survived twenty years of cutting herself with razor
blades, glass and once with the saw attachment of her Swiss Army
knife. What drove her to do this to herself? What dark secret
lurked in her background, threatening her happiness with its
shadowy fingers coldly caressing her?
Nothing much, really.
That's the truly scary part of Skin Game.
The average upbringing, the feeling of not quite fitting in,
the free-flowing anxiety over growing up--there are millions
of these stories out there. Fortunately, they don't all end up
with gouged and torn skin and blood smeared on bathroom mirrors.
Ms. Kettlewell tells her story in a frank
and forthright manner, observing herself and her life situations
with a distance that often seems as if she is writing about a
character in a novel rather than chronicling her own pain. Her
writing is crisp and clear, and it shows a strong sense of humor.
Skin Game: A Memoir