Patricia McCormick is not the kind of writer who sits at her keyboard waiting for inspiration. She's the kind of writer who finagles her way into a Kathmandu jail to interview a young Nepali man awaiting trial. He told McCormick without a hint of embarrassment that he had sold his fiancé. Why? "Because I wanted a motorcycle," he replied. He then laughed with his jailers, knowing he would probably get off.
And she journeyed with a group rescuing prostitutes to a tiny Nepali village, where mothers were warned that the adolescent daughters they thought they were sending to jobs in the city...
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