“Itâs kind of a policy to not leave star ratings on memoirs that have a center in sexual assault because, eh, itâs kind of hard to feel like youâre not rating the personâs take or experience or what have you.
It makes these a little tricky. The whole time Iâm reading this thing, an Art that someone made and put into the world, which one can argue opens it up to criticism. On the other hand, you canât help but feel like a monster if, say, the book felt a bit flat and had too many characters to keep track of and felt like maybe it was trying to do a few too many things because thatâs what you do with a story like this, how else can you go about it?
I end up not reading a lot of them because I feel like I canât help but look at them from a storytelling perspective and do end up wanting some things in the story to be done differently, and that feels wrong with this sort of story. But itâs what happens when I read all stories, and these are not an exception.
So my personal relationship with these types of stories usually sees me keeping them at a distance. Because I donât really like feeling that way about them. Doesnât seem like my place. “