In this personal journal, we dive into the life of Jmiaa, a woman who lives in Casablanca and is a prostitute, even if I would not say this is the defining part of her life nor of the book. 

Little by little, and maybe a bit too slowly at the beginning of the book, Jmiaa tell us about her life, her ex-husband, her colleagues, her daughter and her mother, in a simple yet very captivating way, without falling in the cliché of a powerless victim, quite the opposite.

Starting reading this, I was afraid the story was going in the direction of a narrative focused yet again on violence and the « oppressed woman » in a muslim country that is so widely sold and appreciated in Europe (🙄). However, as the story kept going on, it became clear that it was not the case. 

I enjoyed the reading, and while there are some moments of violence, they did not end up dominating the story, which I appreciated. However, I would not say I loved it to the moon. I think a faster pace might have benefitted the story. In addition to that, I feel like we were introduced to some interesting second characters who then kind of disappear, which makes sense in a way it being the personal journal of the protagonist, but I felt a bit left hanging.