This is a tough subject. Vanasco goes back after 14 years to talk to the friend who raped her. As she prepares for and executes the memoir, Vanasco comes to term with using the word rape, understanding that her experience isn’t less terrible for being less horrific than other rape stories, and that our conditioning as girls helps support rape culture. Why does every woman know someone who has been raped but men don’t seem to know any rapists amongst their friends? This memoir can help us explore that.
This is a great book to use as a way to reflect on your own experiences growing up. Much like the author, there may be things you don’t want to see, but you’ll be better for confronting them.