I’ll be honest. I didn’t read this book all the way through. There’s something simply too powerful about knowing the struggles of what a rape victim goes through, and this book seemed like the last line.
There comes a point where you just have to say no to this stuff, not because it isn’t pertinent, but because it just doesn’t offer anything new.
Bad things happen, and so do good things, and I’m at a point where I just want to know about the good things. If that means taking happy pills, so be it.
Sorry the downer, but I just can’t review this book today.