“Guilty for wanting the pain to end. For wanting to end the pain. For wanting the end. Of this.”

This is one of those life-changing, intense, honest reading experiences. A reading experience which has the ability to change your life — or to some extent, influence the way you view the world.

The bravery in the writing is not just about the context of the story and the ability to tell it. It’s also in the author’s decision to incorporate the unnamed POVs. Reading between the lines and context help you decipher who is who; however, each POV remains unnamed. Like a chorus, like a collection of scripts, an amalgamation of voices.

“But it also comes back in nightmares, in scratches on my body, even in the pain of other women’s stories that I hear and who share the same emptiness.”

I’m struggling to find the appropriate way to recommend this book — what do I compare it to? Nothing, it’s so entirely unique, so uniquely its own self, and yet it’s an echo of so many real - true - stories. Because it’s happened before, because it’s happening now, because it’s tragically going to happen. 
It’s a true story, a record. 

Read this book. It’ll stay with me for a long time ♡.