This was written well, accomplished it’s intent, but I just did not connect with it whatsoever. There was an opaque quality about it, despite its ostensible conceit of being open and honest about a life event. But I just felt like it was going through the motions.

Though, I should say I do know she’s a TERF and that might have coloured my reading of this, though I tried to accept the book as I do any other. I think it accomplishes what it sets out to do, but in a way that is like ticking the boxes of the craft being present.