This is one of those books where the acknowledgements is an integral part of the story. And I loved (and also lowkey screamed) at how this book begins in a way that seems like it is making one point as a continuation of the previous book (victories for justice don't last forever) and turns out to be going in a much different and more complicated direction. It's not precisely a book for loving, but it is so clearly a book for appreciating and one that will absolutely stick with me. It's a book that hurts, but only through its realness.