My Libby copy had to be returned was up and honestly I had such a hard time picking up this book. 
It’s a never ending list of stories from this women’s traumatic childhood. Which isn’t an issue in and of itself except for the way she tells the story — one after the other with very little liaison between them. Made me feel like I was drowning.
These would be great at a dinner party to mention one or two in a convo but this format (and quantity) was not for me.