This is one of the most disturbing, yet important memoirs to read surrounding the MeToo movement. When we talk about the sexual abuse of women it often seems so far away and that strangers are the ones that perpetrate the crime. But it’s not. For most women it is their coworkers, classmates, friends, and, in the case of this book, family. There is no kind way to say the things that happened to the author. Most are cruel and confusing, but she handles it with grace. She speaks about the horrors and joys that come out of instances of sexual abuse, and how to heal from it through anger and hurt.