Overlay - A Tale of One Girl's Life in 1970s Las Vegas: Memoirs of Marlayna Glynn Brown (Volume 1)

Overlay - A Tale of One Girl's Life in 1970s Las Vegas: Memoirs of Marlayna Glynn Brown (Volume 1)

Marlayna Glynn Brown

Language: English

Pages: 418

ISBN: 1475200358

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


In the bestselling vein of Jeanette Walls and Frank McCourt, the award-winning author delivers her addicting breakout novel - a mesmerizing page-turning memoir epic that is quickly becoming a classic. 

Set in transient 1970s Las Vegas, OVERLAY is the fighting-to-come-of-age story of a resilient child born into a cycle of alcoholism and abandonment. The author develops a powerful sense of self-preservation in contrast to the fallen adults entrusted with her care. Her profound story explores the characters and events populating her life as she moves from home to home, parent to parent, family to family, ultimately becoming homeless at the age of fourteen. 
Out of the resources of her remarkable childhood emerges an inner strength that will charm and captivate readers and remain in their consciousness long after the last page of her story has been turned. 
The Glass Castle meets Angela's Ashes meets The Liars' Club in this enlightening tale that has it all: a heartbreaking story, troubled characters, and redemption, making OVERLAY the ultimate memoir of our time. 
*2013 Winner of a Next Generation Indie Book Award*

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pull my wrists before my bleary eyes to see the thick scabs and dried black rivulets along my arms. I sit up and look around at my bedding, like a princess surveying her mini kingdom. The bedsheets are smeared with dried blood. Oh, God. Oh, my God. In the silence of that November morning, it seems there should be a sound for what I’m experiencing: some soundtrack to my slide from the face of the earth as I scrabble and scratch around for traction and find none. The worst part of it all is that

they've previously lived. They buy a large trampoline and have a swimming pool put in, and we each bring our sleeping bags to the parties and sleep on the trampoline under the stars. We jump in and out of the swimming pool all night long until our sleeping bags are wet from the pool water but we don’t care because it’s a glorious food fest with cake and candy and chips and sodas all night long. If a bowl goes empty, LaVonne’s mom just fills it right back up again. We’re not told to slow down or

expected someone more along the likes of Santa Claus, but this preacher is thin, with lanky brown hair and thick glasses. He asks for my name but mispronounces it “Merlene” as he embeds it in a prayer of sorts. His thin, hairless hand holds my head down over a bird bath full of water as he recites the prayer. He scoops water in a plastic clam shell and runs it over the top of my head. We (The Congregation) eat stale white powdered donuts afterwards and the adults drink instant coffee from little

interrupts herself and beams her shiny smile on me, “tell me about your favorite things. I want to know everything about my only niece!” The next morning Regan arrives with his mom and while the women gather in the kitchen, Regan and I play checkers in my room. My mother pokes her head through the doorway and says, “We’re going to the store. Robert’s going to stay here and watch you.” I immediately stand up. “Can’t we go with you?” “No, we won’t be gone long. Just mind Robert and we’ll be back

behind. A motley group of kids begin to follow us chanting: A fight A fight A nigger and a white The white can’t fight So the nigger’s all right! My repeated requests for them to be quiet only incites them to increase the tempo and pitch of the growing chants. As my mother and I reach the area where I think the girls live, the ragtag group of kids parading along behind my mother resembles a miniature lynch mob. “Please, Mom,” I beg as I run along beside her. “Please don’t go to their

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