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Empty Chairs: Much more than a story about child abuse (Standing Tall and Fighting Back. Book 1) (English Edition) Kindle版
Newly Edited May 2017.
Stacey Danson, lived through and beyond horrific child abuse. This book tells of her brutal beginnings, the streets of Sydney at the age of eleven were preferable to the hell she endured at home. She ran, and those streets became her home for five years. She was alone, ill, and afraid. Stacey also had an unshakeable belief that she would do more than just survive her life. She would not allow her future to be determined by the horrors of her childhood. She reached out for something different; there had to be more to life; if she could only find it. She had a dream of a life where pain and humiliation had no place. She was determined to find that life. Empty Chairs is the beginning of the journey. Now she is living the dream.
Stacey Danson, lived through and beyond horrific child abuse. This book tells of her brutal beginnings, the streets of Sydney at the age of eleven were preferable to the hell she endured at home. She ran, and those streets became her home for five years. She was alone, ill, and afraid. Stacey also had an unshakeable belief that she would do more than just survive her life. She would not allow her future to be determined by the horrors of her childhood. She reached out for something different; there had to be more to life; if she could only find it. She had a dream of a life where pain and humiliation had no place. She was determined to find that life. Empty Chairs is the beginning of the journey. Now she is living the dream.
- 言語英語
- 発売日2016/5/31
- 対象読者年齢16 ~ 18 歳
- ファイルサイズ476 KB
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Mina Berlin Mijailovich
5つ星のうち5.0
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2020年3月27日にメキシコでレビュー済みAmazonで購入
It's a very moving story, you are very talented writer. Keep going on. This helps to face big crowds to the vulnerability of our children, to awake social awareness and to build more laws to protect them from pedophiles. You're very brave...
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Ms Fiza Pathan
5つ星のうち5.0
I was numbed by the book! Highly recommended!
2020年2月13日にインドでレビュー済みAmazonで購入
I am numb. This memoir by Stacey Danson is a strong & power packed book on the reality of being a survivor of child sexual & physical abuse. The memoir is inspiring, shocking & showcases the indomitable spirit of a little girl against her demons. This book is not for the faint of heart. However, I implore people who want to read the truth about the reality of child abuse to read this book. Again, I caution the reader that this book is not comforting in anyway; it is the truth about a life born into child abuse & then finding the only way out of it all is to take to the streets as a homeless person. Once I started reading this disturbing book about the author's childhood, I couldn't put it down because I wanted her to survive, & survive she does. How? That's for you to read in the book that defines what it means to be standing tall against all odds - read 'Empty Chairs'. I encourage anyone working with children to please read this book about the author's harrowing tale of her childhood, nay, toddler-hood only knowing about how to be a 'toy' in the hands of monsters. Educators & social workers must read this book. Enter the world of of a girl whose 'so called' mother was worse than the monsters who invaded her life & turned it into a living hell. Such a hell that the author took to living life at the tender age of 11 on the streets of Australia. Read & create awareness about child abuse. Read & know that not all girls have happy childhoods. Read & be appalled by the way we keep on turning a blind eye to this menace that is the reality of so many children's lives - create awareness & read this book. I would one more time want to caution those who have been abused as children to read the book only if you are mentally & psychologically ready for it, as it could trigger terrible memories. I personally now will strive with the author to promote this book wherever & however I can & create an awareness about the sad & miserable plight of children who are victims of child abuse. There is a saying that the biggest thief is the one who steals a person's childhood - let's read 'Empty Chairs' & know that line of the Bible, in the book of Isaiah 49:15 that sometimes even mothers forget, but God doesn't forget his own. All power & good wishes from me to the author for her bravery, fortitude, resilience & determination to write this book. God bless her ! Salute ! I am touched to the core by Danson's survival & I loved references made in the book to the television shows, music & the love of reading that the author used, to cope with her trauma. I hope to read more books penned by this author in the near future. This book has had a earth-shattering effect on me & the sheltered life that I lead.

Bill Kirton
5つ星のうち5.0
A must-read
2015年3月1日に英国でレビュー済みAmazonで購入
Some of my friends have said of this book that they want to read it but, knowing the pain and horrors it chronicles, need to get themselves into the right frame of mind to do so. Others have admitted that they doubt whether they’ll actually get round to it. They should and must – for several reasons.
Empty Chairs is an autobiographical story, written under a pseudonym, which reveals how a 3 year old was subjected to gross sexual abuses at the behest of her own mother, and forced to continue servicing visitors to the house until eventually, at the age of eleven, she ran away. Thereafter, life on the streets proved equally stressful, threatening to confirm all the negatives she felt about how people behave.
Perhaps that crude synopsis has made you join the ‘I’m not sure I could read this – it’s too horrible’ camp. If it has, it’s deprived you of an astonishing experience. Because this is a page turner and, bizarrely, a sort of celebration. I know that’s a cliché beloved of Amazon reviewers, but here it’s a fact. The story is relentlessly riveting. There’s tension, hidden (and not so hidden) forces at work, powerful characters, and observations of social interaction that are penetrating insights into what lurks behind the facades of sunny, happy-go-lucky Australia, where families picnic in the sun and glory in sights such as the fabulous Sydney Harbour Bridge.
The abuse inflicted on the infant Sassy-Girl (let’s use the street name she earned) was not at the hands of social low-lifes, but ‘respectable’ middle class professionals. When she eventually rebels and runs away, she has to find places to sleep, clothes to wear, ways to get food, and simultaneously avoid the pressure from pimps to recruit her into their stable. She experiences some kindnesses but her whole life seems to have been a denial that trust is possible between humans. When groups of girls at the zoo mock her for the clothes she’s wearing, she asks ‘why do people do those things? What was it that gave those girls the right to make fun of something they didn't understand?’ adding that ‘It would take a very long time to discover how common that trait was in humans’.
It would have been so easy (in theory) to succumb to prostitution to earn her keep, but the abuse she suffered makes her determined never to allow her body to be used again. As she says ‘I knew my soul would die anyway if I made a conscious decision to sell the child's body in which it was housed. I wasn’t being brave, or strong. I simply knew that all of me would survive – or another me would. What point would there be living without my soul and my spirit?’
An author’s note at the beginning speaks of the compulsion Danson had to write this, the promise she’d made to someone to do so, but she also admits that it’s taken longer to get round to it than she thought it would. And that’s part of the spell this narrative weaves. We’re getting the intimate day to day experiences of a 12 year old – the encounters, the threats, the violence, the alienation – but they’re all being recounted by the mature woman she survived to become.
And the narrator herself is aware of this, of course. This is a woman who knows how to write, how to use language, sometimes simply, always directly, to engage the reader, a woman who has come to know that friendships and trust are possible, and yet who’s re-entering the mind of her pre-teen self and reliving those years, with their innocence and ignorance. Because Sassy-Girl is uneducated (in formal terms). She thinks everyone speaks Australian (except Americans, whom she’s seen on TV and who speak American). ‘If someone had told me we all spoke English,’ she says, ‘I would have been even more confused.
At times, the mature narrator lends her voice to the girl. When she makes her way to the War Memorial, for example, she says she ‘spent the rest of the night in the company of the spirits of people who had died in a nightmare as well’. And there’s an awareness of the power of simplicity in sentences such as ‘I wanted to laugh and mean it’, or ‘It reminded me of the way I cried, back when I still could.’
But these aren’t intended to be criticisms. The moment Sassy-Girl suspects she’s feeling self-pity, she forces herself out of it. She’s a survivor and, despite all the torments she’s endured in these early years, what remains is an affirmation of her spirit, a confidence that, despite the enormous forces ranged against her, she won’t be a loser. It’s a compelling read, a reminder of the deepest evils of which we’re capable, but also a celebration of our ability to overcome.
Empty Chairs is an autobiographical story, written under a pseudonym, which reveals how a 3 year old was subjected to gross sexual abuses at the behest of her own mother, and forced to continue servicing visitors to the house until eventually, at the age of eleven, she ran away. Thereafter, life on the streets proved equally stressful, threatening to confirm all the negatives she felt about how people behave.
Perhaps that crude synopsis has made you join the ‘I’m not sure I could read this – it’s too horrible’ camp. If it has, it’s deprived you of an astonishing experience. Because this is a page turner and, bizarrely, a sort of celebration. I know that’s a cliché beloved of Amazon reviewers, but here it’s a fact. The story is relentlessly riveting. There’s tension, hidden (and not so hidden) forces at work, powerful characters, and observations of social interaction that are penetrating insights into what lurks behind the facades of sunny, happy-go-lucky Australia, where families picnic in the sun and glory in sights such as the fabulous Sydney Harbour Bridge.
The abuse inflicted on the infant Sassy-Girl (let’s use the street name she earned) was not at the hands of social low-lifes, but ‘respectable’ middle class professionals. When she eventually rebels and runs away, she has to find places to sleep, clothes to wear, ways to get food, and simultaneously avoid the pressure from pimps to recruit her into their stable. She experiences some kindnesses but her whole life seems to have been a denial that trust is possible between humans. When groups of girls at the zoo mock her for the clothes she’s wearing, she asks ‘why do people do those things? What was it that gave those girls the right to make fun of something they didn't understand?’ adding that ‘It would take a very long time to discover how common that trait was in humans’.
It would have been so easy (in theory) to succumb to prostitution to earn her keep, but the abuse she suffered makes her determined never to allow her body to be used again. As she says ‘I knew my soul would die anyway if I made a conscious decision to sell the child's body in which it was housed. I wasn’t being brave, or strong. I simply knew that all of me would survive – or another me would. What point would there be living without my soul and my spirit?’
An author’s note at the beginning speaks of the compulsion Danson had to write this, the promise she’d made to someone to do so, but she also admits that it’s taken longer to get round to it than she thought it would. And that’s part of the spell this narrative weaves. We’re getting the intimate day to day experiences of a 12 year old – the encounters, the threats, the violence, the alienation – but they’re all being recounted by the mature woman she survived to become.
And the narrator herself is aware of this, of course. This is a woman who knows how to write, how to use language, sometimes simply, always directly, to engage the reader, a woman who has come to know that friendships and trust are possible, and yet who’s re-entering the mind of her pre-teen self and reliving those years, with their innocence and ignorance. Because Sassy-Girl is uneducated (in formal terms). She thinks everyone speaks Australian (except Americans, whom she’s seen on TV and who speak American). ‘If someone had told me we all spoke English,’ she says, ‘I would have been even more confused.
At times, the mature narrator lends her voice to the girl. When she makes her way to the War Memorial, for example, she says she ‘spent the rest of the night in the company of the spirits of people who had died in a nightmare as well’. And there’s an awareness of the power of simplicity in sentences such as ‘I wanted to laugh and mean it’, or ‘It reminded me of the way I cried, back when I still could.’
But these aren’t intended to be criticisms. The moment Sassy-Girl suspects she’s feeling self-pity, she forces herself out of it. She’s a survivor and, despite all the torments she’s endured in these early years, what remains is an affirmation of her spirit, a confidence that, despite the enormous forces ranged against her, she won’t be a loser. It’s a compelling read, a reminder of the deepest evils of which we’re capable, but also a celebration of our ability to overcome.

Love2ReadJS
5つ星のうち5.0
I hope Stacy can tell more of her story
2011年3月4日にアメリカ合衆国でレビュー済みAmazonで購入
The first thing I have to say about this book is the remarkable human spirit found in Stacey. Stacey's courage and extraordinary spirit make this story shine. No eleven year old should ever have had to live through such prolonged child abuse along with the sadness, fear and trauma of life on the street.
At first this story sickened me, not because of content but because I'm a mother. There is more kindness shown by strangers then flesh and blood in this story. I look at my daughter, at five and shudder at the thought of some stranger doing these unspeakable things to my child, any child. To know that a mother, someone who is supposed to nurture and protect, is the one behind the horrendous treatment chills me to the core but again, it is Stacy's courage, her survival instinct which had her fighting back and me cheering for the strength I don't feel even as an adult.
Living each day on the streets with Stacy was eye opening and heart wrenching. All I wanted to do as I read through my tears was take this child in my arms and tell her that evil would no longer reside in her life. Her smart mouth, Sassy Girl mouth, brought a small smile to my lips and I felt encouraged by such tenacity and bravery.
And although the ending does hold some answers to how she survives I long to read more to see how this courageous little girl has become the adult she is today. And for this reason I hope Stacy can tell more of her story.
Empty Chairs shows how some people are simply evil and the disgusting individuals that walk free in our world. It also shows the bravery of a young Sassy girl and the kindness that may not counteract all that is malevolent but gives hope that there is good in people. Jamie, Carol, Animal and Mrs MacDowell are the shining lights in this otherwise dark story with the sparkling light of Stacy in the centre.
Not only is this a chilling, heart wrenching story but it is a story delivered with finesse and Stacey's own unique way of observing life. Her reflections and perceptions of life then and now bring a further depth to this outstanding tale.
At first this story sickened me, not because of content but because I'm a mother. There is more kindness shown by strangers then flesh and blood in this story. I look at my daughter, at five and shudder at the thought of some stranger doing these unspeakable things to my child, any child. To know that a mother, someone who is supposed to nurture and protect, is the one behind the horrendous treatment chills me to the core but again, it is Stacy's courage, her survival instinct which had her fighting back and me cheering for the strength I don't feel even as an adult.
Living each day on the streets with Stacy was eye opening and heart wrenching. All I wanted to do as I read through my tears was take this child in my arms and tell her that evil would no longer reside in her life. Her smart mouth, Sassy Girl mouth, brought a small smile to my lips and I felt encouraged by such tenacity and bravery.
And although the ending does hold some answers to how she survives I long to read more to see how this courageous little girl has become the adult she is today. And for this reason I hope Stacy can tell more of her story.
Empty Chairs shows how some people are simply evil and the disgusting individuals that walk free in our world. It also shows the bravery of a young Sassy girl and the kindness that may not counteract all that is malevolent but gives hope that there is good in people. Jamie, Carol, Animal and Mrs MacDowell are the shining lights in this otherwise dark story with the sparkling light of Stacy in the centre.
Not only is this a chilling, heart wrenching story but it is a story delivered with finesse and Stacey's own unique way of observing life. Her reflections and perceptions of life then and now bring a further depth to this outstanding tale.

Vashti Quiroz-Vega
5つ星のうち4.0
A Must Read!
2017年9月24日にアメリカ合衆国でレビュー済みAmazonで購入
How does one review an account of someone’s life? Can you really rate it in stars? Could there be a more delicate matter? Empty Chairs felt true, it is original and unique, because it’s the story of an individual. This book stirred my emotions and taught me many lessons.
Empty Chairs is the shocking and disturbing account of author Stacey Danson’s early life. Her own mother physically and verbally abused her. And as if that wasn’t enough, she also prostituted her daughter to male and female pedophiles, beginning as early as age five.
Stacey learned about the world outside the hell she lived in through television shows such as ‘Leave it to Beaver’ and other wholesome shows of the era, and couldn’t understand why her life was so different.
She gets a taste of school life and realizes that there was something terribly wrong with her own life. At age eleven she runs away from home and is forced to live in the streets in one of the most dangerous areas in Australia. She takes on the street name ‘Sassy Girl’, which suits her well, and begins the next chapter of her horror story.
I admired the steadfast will to survive and resilience of this little eleven-year-old girl. The things that happen to her in the streets of ‘Kings Cross’ will break your heart and make you angry.
I don’t read many memoirs, but I was drawn to this book. I’m not going to say I enjoyed it, because that wouldn’t be an accurate description of my experience, but once I began reading it I couldn’t put it down.
The reason I don’t read many memoirs is because when they’re good they tend to stay with me. Empty Chairs will not only haunt me for a long time, but it has also changed me. I will no longer see homeless people the same way and I will be much more vigilant of the state of children. So in many ways this book has changed me for the better.
As difficult as it is to read, ‘Empty Chairs’ should be read––it must be read. This book will bring tears to your eyes, it will break your heart and make you angry, and it will enlighten you.
Empty Chairs is the shocking and disturbing account of author Stacey Danson’s early life. Her own mother physically and verbally abused her. And as if that wasn’t enough, she also prostituted her daughter to male and female pedophiles, beginning as early as age five.
Stacey learned about the world outside the hell she lived in through television shows such as ‘Leave it to Beaver’ and other wholesome shows of the era, and couldn’t understand why her life was so different.
She gets a taste of school life and realizes that there was something terribly wrong with her own life. At age eleven she runs away from home and is forced to live in the streets in one of the most dangerous areas in Australia. She takes on the street name ‘Sassy Girl’, which suits her well, and begins the next chapter of her horror story.
I admired the steadfast will to survive and resilience of this little eleven-year-old girl. The things that happen to her in the streets of ‘Kings Cross’ will break your heart and make you angry.
I don’t read many memoirs, but I was drawn to this book. I’m not going to say I enjoyed it, because that wouldn’t be an accurate description of my experience, but once I began reading it I couldn’t put it down.
The reason I don’t read many memoirs is because when they’re good they tend to stay with me. Empty Chairs will not only haunt me for a long time, but it has also changed me. I will no longer see homeless people the same way and I will be much more vigilant of the state of children. So in many ways this book has changed me for the better.
As difficult as it is to read, ‘Empty Chairs’ should be read––it must be read. This book will bring tears to your eyes, it will break your heart and make you angry, and it will enlighten you.