The girl who lived is a movie adaptation of the novel written, very flawlessly and perfectly by Christopher Greyson.
Rugged, unbreakable, resilient, and tough as nails are just a few ways one could describe the lady, Faith. Her life was nearly perfect. Even though she didn't have her sister’s looks, she had everything else, a loving family and a beautiful friendship.
It was all taken, snatched from her, each and everything she had. How could someone begin to pick up the pieces. There is only one way, revenge. This novel proves the statement.
Faith was willing and wanting to give her life to put a halt to her pain. She was so fragile, never ever I had seen a such a marvellous transition in a character in a novel. Faith transforms from delicate to durable so very quickly.
Faith finds comfort in very few people and then learns they cannot be trusted either. She is exhausted with the constant internal struggle; deciding whether or not to live. If she didn't live, she wouldn't find the putrid man that stole her innocence, her childhood, and essentially, her entire life. We learn the true meaning of coward here.