Nancy Deville

While attending a medical seminar in Istanbul, Meredith Fitzgerald, an engaged, beautiful, blonde, young lady is duped by her taxi driver in the old, city bazaars. Intent on spending one last day exploring Istanbul before leaving for India, to sprinkle her father’s ashes in the Ganges, she allows her guard down in the market environment. Instead of engaging in a tourist-style adventure she finds her tea laced with choral hydrate. Having been slipped a Mickey she slips into unconsciousness. When she awakens she finds herself naked, imprisoned in a dark room and realizes she has been raped.
Her feats mount as she realizes she has been taken prisoner by a sex-trade trafficker who, along with his American companion and bodyguards, conspire to move her to Mumbai, India. Fitzgerald gives up hope of being found, knowing her fiancé, Paul, will be searching in Turkey, not across the border in India, for her.
By making herself personal physician to Mrs. Pawar, Fitzgerald tries to curry favor and to place her in a situation where she can escape, not just from the ritual daily raping from her immediate kidnapper, but from under the noses of her Indian task-masters.
An on-the edge-of-your-seat, unforgettable adventure that takes us to the edge of madness and back and shows that with perseverance, and a never-say-die attitude, even the most evil circumstances can be triumphed over.
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This book, although focused on a worthwhile topic, is somewhat invalidated by the author's seeming bias. At times the author appears to be trying to link every evil of the last fifty years to food additives; at other times, the author is nearly offensive in her approach.

By no means am I saying that I disagree with the real food movement. I personally have been removing more and more "factory foods" from my diet, and intend to continue doing so. There are, however, equally scientific and less aggressive books available on the subject.

Furthermore, the book was so apocalyptic in describing the ramifications of eating ANY food, I found myself chuckling. There is no perfect diet, but merely a constant attempt to eat as balanced a diet as possible.… (altro)