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Read Schapelle Corby's Book -
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To our new friends:
Schapelle Corby has written a book (with Kathryn Bonella). It was released in November 2006. The cover of this book is the photo you see for this group.
It is one of the most compelling books you will ever read. You will not regret it. The book gives you all the information about the case, and answers nearly every question you could think of.
I cried many times throughout this book. It had an enormous impact on me. It inspired me to become an active Schapelle Corby supporter.
If you manage to obtain a copy of this book - please lend it to your family and friends after reading it.
Search for the Schapelle Corby book at:
www.ebay.com (do a worldwide search)
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Schapelles....My Story
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I have a short account of her book in a share on my Profile also. I agree this book is very compelling. You will feel you are there with Schapelle all the way. You shed tears with her, and laugh at some of her story where it is Schapelle who is trying to cheer us up when she is the one in that horrible cell with sometimes 12-15 other women with rats crawling over her at night. Get the book, you will not be disappointed and won't be able to put it down until you have finished it. It is one of those books you will read over and over again as I do...*goldstar*
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I tried to get it at amazon but they didn't have it. I have not tried E Bay or B &N yet. I really would like to read the book...Jaylena
Some B ookstores have it
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It is available in some bookstores that are large ones. It costs around $29 AU when I bought it at QBD here in Brisbane. But I know they are out of stock of it as present as someone wanted me to get them one. I don't know if any stores in other countries still have it. I can do some checking for you if you like.
Here is my share from my profile page on Schapelle Corby
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Blog: My Story 
Its amazing what the human spirit can ensure and adapt to. It someone had told me two years ago that I would be sleeping alongside rats, feral cats and 15 girls in a tiny, stinking hot cell that partly floods with human waste whenever the Balinese hole in the ground toilet blocks (which is fairly often) I would have said no way I could survive that.
If someone told me that I'd be sentenced to this life for 20 years, I would have laughed at such a ridiculous notion.
Yet here I am in this filthy jail, sentenced to 20 years. Life is not easy - its very very hard. It takes a hell of a lot of energy not to collapse into a big black hole of despair and its happened a few times, where I struggle badly for days: I cant get out of bed, I cry all day and think about starving myself to death to escape.
But I refuse to let this place break my spirit. I use all my energy and willpower to pull myself back together. I forcibly replace negative thoughts with positive ones. Staying sane really does take a lot of energy, but I have to, out of respect for those who love me.
When I flew to Bali on October 8, 2004 with my brother, James, I imagined my biggest problem was going to be deciding which sarong to wear with which bikini. I was so happy and excited to be going on this holiday - two weeks of surfing and celebrating my sisters 30th birthday - expecially as I'd been caring for my sick dad for a while and needed some fun. And I hadnt seen my sister, Mercedes, and her two kids for almost three months, and was really missing them. So as I happily stepped off the plane that Friday afternoon, looking forward to a poolside beer and some cuddles from my niece and nephew, I didn't in my worst nightmares imagine the appalling turn my life was about to take.
Each day now, I wake up in jail with the same unbelievably intense burden of pain in my chest. Its always the same, the reality of where I am. Sometimes I wake from a nice dream thinking I'm anywhere else. But quickly the stench, the heat, the mosquitoes, the rats and the noise tell me where I am, tell me that this disgusting, stinking prison is my world - for now.
I live in the hope of freedom, but I know it could be years before I taste it again. This is the monstrously heavy weight I wear around my heart. How long will my life continue to pass in this jail full of killers, paedophiles and terrorists, who all know my name? Even the Bali bomber, Amrozi, the Smiling Assassin, knew it. It sent shivers down my spine when he intentionally brushed my shoulder as he walked past me once while I was collecting my mail. I didn't recognise him until he smiled that smile at me and said "Corrrrby"...........
Every day I have to walk past the prison mosque, where the Muslims taunt me, laughing at me while saying in their creepy voices "Ha, ha, Corby, you got 20 years........you die in heeere". It takes all my self control to not react and sometimes I'm so tired that I give in and scream back. I hate doing that because I know its exactly the reaction they're after.
Long gone are the days when I'd kick off my shoes, lie on the couch and flick on the TV to watch The bold and the beautiful. There are no chairs or tables in here and only very thin camping mattresses to sleep on, if you're lucky.
There is sexual discrimination. If the male inmates can afford to sling the guards some cash, they are allowed to have pretty much anything they want in their cells. They can also play tennis, work out at the gym and come and go from their cells pretty freely.
We women live like caged animals, locked up in our little cells for 15 hours a day. We don't even get the simple luxury of darkness to sleep in with the bright flourescent cell lights switched on all night. It is so hot and cramped that I wake up every night with sweaty limbs on top of me.
I get bitten by big red ants, which leaves welts across my stomach and then scars. We usually have at least one rat in our cell which skims across sleeping bodies and even around our faces. Its always stinking hot and humid. Its no wonder we are constantly sick.
Already this place has taken a toll on my body. I dont know what diseases I might have picked up, but this place is riddled with AIDS and hepatitis, though I haven't done anything to be exposed to those. I've had diarrhoea for two years, I vomit often - somethimes for a whole day - I suffer regular and severe ear and eye infections, and my hair has gone prematurely grey.
I still take pride in my appearance. Looking my best, or at least passable has always been important to me and I dont enjoy looking crap, even if I feel like it most of the time. I'm still plucking my eyebrows, I put conditioning treatments in my hair and dye it as soon as the grey roots come through; most mornings, I apply Natural Glo bronzing powder and waterproof mascaras - for all the tears - and am constantly applying lip gloss. I always make sure my clothes are clean and still enjoy wearing new outfits, though I'm a bit worried about losing my fashion sense.
Making some effort with my appearance also gives me a bit of dignity in a place where that is something you really have to fight for.
There's one girl in my cell who's very pretty and takes great pride in doing her hair and make up, but is the biggest, most disgusting pig.
One morning, I used the bathroom just after
Its amazing what the human spirit can ensure and adapt to. It someone had told me two years ago that I would be sleeping alongside rats, feral cats and 15 girls in a tiny, stinking hot cell that partly floods with human waste whenever the Balinese hole in the ground toilet blocks (which is fairly often) I would have said no way I could survive that. If someone told me that I'd be sentenced to this life for 20 years, I would have laughed at such a ridiculous notion.
Yet here I am in this filthy jail, sentenced to 20 years. Life is not easy - its very very hard. It takes a hell of a lot of energy not to collapse into a big black hole of despair and its happened a few times, where I struggle badly for days: I cant get out of bed, I cry all day and think about starving myself to death to escape.
But I refuse to let this place break my spirit. I use all my energy and willpower to pull myself back together. I forcibly replace negative thoughts with positive ones. Staying sane really does take a lot of energy, but I have to, out of respect for those who love me.
When I flew to Bali on October 8, 2004 with my brother, James, I imagined my biggest problem was going to be deciding which sarong to wear with which bikini. I was so happy and excited to be going on this holiday - two weeks of surfing and celebrating my sisters 30th birthday - expecially as I'd been caring for my sick dad for a while and needed some fun. And I hadnt seen my sister, Mercedes, and her two kids for almost three months, and was really missing them. So as I happily stepped off the plane that Friday afternoon, looking forward to a poolside beer and some cuddles from my niece and nephew, I didn't in my worst nightmares imagine the appalling turn my life was about to take.
Each day now, I wake up in jail with the same unbelievably intense burden of pain in my chest. Its always the same, the reality of where I am. Sometimes I wake from a nice dream thinking I'm anywhere else. But quickly the stench, the heat, the mosquitoes, the rats and the noise tell me where I am, tell me that this disgusting, stinking prison is my world - for now.
I live in the hope of freedom, but I know it could be years before I taste it again. This is the monstrously heavy weight I wear around my heart. How long will my life continue to pass in this jail full of killers, paedophiles and terrorists, who all know my name? Even the Bali bomber, Amrozi, the Smiling Assassin, knew it. It sent shivers down my spine when he intentionally brushed my shoulder as he walked past me once while I was collecting my mail. I didn't recognise him until he smiled that smile at me and said "Corrrrby"...........
Every day I have to walk past the prison mosque, where the Muslims taunt me, laughing at me while saying in their creepy voices "Ha, ha, Corby, you got 20 years........you die in heeere". It takes all my self control to not react and sometimes I'm so tired that I give in and scream back. I hate doing that because I know its exactly the reaction they're after.
Long gone are the days when I'd kick off my shoes, lie on the couch and flick on the TV to watch The bold and the beautiful. There are no chairs or tables in here and only very thin camping mattresses to sleep on, if you're lucky.
There is sexual discrimination. If the male inmates can afford to sling the guards some cash, they are allowed to have pretty much anything they want in their cells. They can also play tennis, work out at the gym and come and go from their cells pretty freely.
We women live like caged animals, locked up in our little cells for 15 hours a day. We don't even get the simple luxury of darkness to sleep in with the bright flourescent cell lights switched on all night. It is so hot and cramped that I wake up every night with sweaty limbs on top of me.
I get bitten by big red ants, which leaves welts across my stomach and then scars. We usually have at least one rat in our cell which skims across sleeping bodies and even around our faces. Its always stinking hot and humid. Its no wonder we are constantly sick.
Already this place has taken a toll on my body. I dont know what diseases I might have picked up, but this place is riddled with AIDS and hepatitis, though I haven't done anything to be exposed to those. I've had diarrhoea for two years, I vomit often - somethimes for a whole day - I suffer regular and severe ear and eye infections, and my hair has gone prematurely grey.
I still take pride in my appearance. Looking my best, or at least passable has always been important to me and I dont enjoy looking crap, even if I feel like it most of the time. I'm still plucking my eyebrows, I put conditioning treatments in my hair and dye it as soon as the grey roots come through; most mornings, I apply Natural Glo bronzing powder and waterproof mascaras - for all the tears - and am constantly applying lip gloss. I always make sure my clothes are clean and still enjoy wearing new outfits, though I'm a bit worried about losing my fashion sense.
Making some effort with my appearance also gives me a bit of dignity in a place where that is something you really have to fight for.
There's one girl in my cell who's very pretty and takes great pride in doing her hair and make up, but is the biggest, most disgusting pig.
One morning, I used the bathroom just after
Schapelles Book is in stock online through Dymocks Online
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http://www.dymocks.com.au/ProductDetails/ProductDetail.aspx?R=9781405037914
My Story: Schapelle Corby Kathryn Bonella
It was meant to be a holiday, a break to a tropical paradise. But for Schapelle corby it ended
up a waking nightmare. Schapelle's own story is an account like no other - a young woman
experiencing the unimaginable, and enduring the unenduradle, and enduring the
unendurable with courage strenght and humour.
It was meant to be a holiday, a break to a tropical paradise. But for Schapelle corby it ended
up a waking nightmare. Schapelle's own story is an account like no other - a young woman
experiencing the unimaginable, and enduring the unenduradle, and enduring the
unendurable with courage strenght and humour.
- ISBN9781405037914
- FormatPaperback
- CategoryBiographies and autobiographies
- Publisher
- Imprint
- Pages
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Anonymous
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Thanks Ladies...I will check it out..Blog is awesome on her.
eBay
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There are now 7 listings on eBay Australia. The listings do not say whether they will ship internationally, but they might if you ask nicely 
(This is the cheapest place you'll find it. Amazon has 2 copies but they are selling for $80!)
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oh my goodness.. this is awful!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is making me cry big time. i do NOT know how she is surviving. faith in God is the only thing i can think of, or she would have died already.. in those countries women a the most abused and she is seeing it first hand. i read every detail of what she wrote above and i have chills up and down my spine.
Anonymous
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she probably has an upset stomach all of the time from the food. it is probably not the cleanest...
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^ and because of the stress. It's the most distressing book I've ever read. I'm reading for a second time.
Anonymous
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YES STRESS.. THE WATER ALSO.. A COMBINATION OF THINGS. THIS IS REALLY UPSETTING ME. I WANT TO FLY HER AWAY..
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If anyone outside of Australia has problems finding an "affordable" copy of Schapelle's book, send me a message. I can try to track down a cheap copy through eBay Australia and I will send it to you (if the eBay seller doesn't offer international postage).
