Summary of Mary Karr's The Liars' Club

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#1 I remember the feeling of fear I had when the doctor pulled my gown up to check for injuries. I was seven at the time, and had no idea what had happened, but I knew something was very wrong.

#2 I was taken away by the sherriff, and I don’t remember talking to Dr. Boudreaux. I was eventually led away by the sheriff, holding Lecia, who had pretended to be asleep.

#3 I was sent to my aunt and uncle’s house, as my parents were Nervous and couldn’t take me with them. I was in my twenties when Mr. Thibideaux killed his family. I liked to call myself a poet, but no one ever asked me what I was reading.

#4 I would rather eat a bug than sleep on that hard pallet at the Smothergills’ house. The Smothergills had six kids, and their rules about who ate what and when were notorious.

• Language: English
• Publisher: IRB Media
• Release date: Feb 21, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669350019

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Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I remember the feeling of fear I had when the doctor pulled my gown up to check for injuries. I was seven at the time, and had no idea what had happened, but I knew something was very wrong.

#2

I was taken away by the sherriff, and I don’t remember talking to Dr. Boudreaux. I was eventually led away by the sheriff, holding Lecia, who had pretended to be asleep.

#3

I was sent to my aunt and uncle’s house, as my parents were Nervous and couldn’t take me with them. I was in my twenties when Mr. Thibideaux killed his family. I liked to call myself a poet, but no one ever asked me what I was reading.

#4

I would rather eat a bug than sleep on that hard pallet at the Smothergills’ house. The Smothergills had six kids, and their rules about who ate what and when were notorious.

#5

The night of the incident, I did not understand the consequences of what had happened, but I did understand that things in my house were not right. I began to believe that I was not right, or that my survival in the world depended on my vigilance against various forms of not-rightness.

#6

When my mother threw her expensive dresses, books, and hatboxes into the back of an old Ford in 1950, she was heading for her mother’s cotton farm about five hundred miles west. She got a tire blowout just outside of Leechfield. My father, a union apprentice stillman at Gulf Oil, happened to be working that night.

#7

My parents’ marriage was not a happy one. After my father chased my mother around like a duck after a june bug, she finally agreed to marry him.

#8

Mother married Daddy in part because she was scared. She had a lot of husbands, and she tried to keep them a secret. She had lost some things along the way, and losing things scared her.

#9

The Liars’ Club met regularly at the Legion to exchange gift bottles of Jack Daniel’s. I never saw any planning, and they never called each other. They just seemed to meander together, seemingly by instinct, to a given place and hour that had magically planted itself in their collective noggins.

#10

I once went to a Legion meeting in which a veteran told a story about how he had