This book is more about a sister’s journey than the unfortunate story of murder.

Janine Latus candidly writes about what it is like to feel like a victim starting from a young age. She is able to turn her struggles with men, sexuality, and her body, into an empowering tale of knowing that it’s OK to speak up and not to accept abuse as ‘love’. She is very graphic in her descriptions, which really made me cringe. I even considered not finishing the book, however I am glad that I did.

This is a poignant read for anyone that is suffering from domestic abuse or wanting to know why any woman would return to an abusive relationship.

It’s interesting to see a controlling relationship through the female perspective. How parents can damage self esteem with their jibes. How some how sex equals love.

I’m saddened by the authors loss.