I want to begin by saying that I really wanted to like this book; that I had high hopes of it. Sadly I was disappointed - very disappointed to the point of being offended.
While I realise that each 'survivor' deals with post rape/assault issues differently, unless I read things wrongly, this particular memoir suggests that its writer all but completely abrogates responsibility for her own healing to others, and to an overabundant reliance on 'God.' While I realise that faith can be a big factor in bringing peace after such acts of violence against us, there are many (myself included) for which such a strategy, such a surrender to 'this is God's plan for me' represents a further acceptance of powerlessness, and not a step toward personal empowerment and a re-visioning of self respect.
The writing, while positive in place, is disorganised and repetitive, and in many places unclear as to what exactly happened, what exactly was the chain of cause and effect. While I'm glad that Elizabeth found personal healing through the help of the people she has in her life, and the strategies she outlines in her memoirs, I'm afraid I can't recommend this as a book that might help others.