I don’t want rate this because not only is it a personal account this was an intimate look at Rachel’s life shared posthumously and without her consent. I will say that I think most people should read the last quarter of this book. 

It felt almost surreal seeing her adapt her language to trepidation to hopefulness and hopelessness and back to hopefulness before the book was ultimately cut short due to her murder by the IDF. I think the voices of Palestinians (there and abroad) and anti-Zionist Jews matter the most but there’s this string of familiarity reading the perspective of an American non Arab woman come to understand the genocide as I have. Our lives couldn’t be more different but also there’s a connection to the horror of understanding slowly and yet light years compared to most on how Israel/The US uses our tax dollars to fund the extermination of a people from a land into the 21st century.