I am really sorry to be giving this memoir such a low rating, especially because Girl, Woman, Other was a five star read for me. However I am struggling to understand how an author that is able to write such emotionally complex characters as found in her prose, did not let us in at all. When I read memoirs, it is to understand the motives and emotions of the author in the situations that they have experienced. This memoir here reads like a list: first I did this, then this happened, lastly I did this. If you are fine with a more descriptive and distant “list”-like style, there is no foregoing the fact that she is a skilled writer and this is not a badly written book. To me it just felt incredibly dry and I had no way of connecting with her.