This thoughtfully written memoir is a horrifying walk through one young woman's experiences of growing up in an abusive and love-less family within a particularly closed Pakistani Muslim community in the north of England. Amidst the horror there are familiar references to life in the 80s (well known soap operas, musical fads, penguin biscuits and shell-suits), which keep the narrative - strange and unbelievable as it is in places - grounded and real.
Hannah's real gift though is the authenticity with which she uses her experience to help the reader understand just how great are the disconnections between different communities in our 'green and pleasant land', and how the most well-meaning interventions from the state can - through ignorance and political correctness - achieve the exact opposite of what was intended. It's a powerful challenge to the 21st Century relativist philosophy prevalent in the West: there are consequences of the beliefs and cultures by which people choose to live, and the more we understand these, the better able we will be respond appropriately, to live in community, and to support those who are vulnerable.
Hannah is a courageous young woman, who - without denigrating Islam overall (she is clear that she knows that all women's experience of Islam is not the same as hers, and notes that the abuse in her family was not necessarily related to their faith per se) - offers and eloquent wake-up call to the rest of us.