Anyone on the train watching me read the first couple of chapters of this book would have witnessed the outward signs of a mental battle. I put the book down, only to pick it up again a second later and so it continued througout the first few chapters. Too painful to read and yet the writing was so lean and true.I couldn't resist.
This book could so easily have turned into a self pitying, and purely shocking book. But the account is so evenly balanced, and the under statement so well judged that the reader is left fighting "Andy's" corner all the more. I was carried along in the rollercoaster,hoping against hope that each "new man" was "the one", not willing to resign myself to the fact that the page would end in flying fists and broken ornaments. I felt the hurt every time.
Yes, the accademic success is a triumph over adversity, but far beyond that is the connection with something greater beyond those four walls.
I cannot claim to have had the same experiences, I'm lucky. But the greatness of this book is that , that doesn't matter.
As someone once said, "You read to know you are not alone" Ashworth found sanctury in the words of others and I found it in hers.