She is the completely neglected child of two repressed and depressed people.
For exterior itching, you squeeze a hazelnut-sized dollop from the tube onto your finger with the shortest nail and rub it onto your rosette.
Boldly, Roche takes them for her own.
Den Krankenhauskittel, der hinten offen ist und den Blick auf ihre Wunde freigibt, nennt Helen Engelshemdchen.
Charlotte Roche has no children.
By page two, the heroine is reminiscing about anal sex.