Joanna Connor writes a brave and honest account of her experience at the hands of a cruel and violent rapist, an event which left her struggling to cope with the everyday for many years afterwards and probably for the rest of her life. This is not fiction, this is real; the actual rape is described factually, almost without emotion, as a sequential list of of events that happened to her over the course of an hour. Joanna describes herself as experiencing an ‘out of body’ feeling, as if she was suspended above watching what was going on below.
The emotional consequences however reverberate through the pages afterwards, intruding into her work life, her family life and her social life sending ripples across the years, warping her perception and creating enormous difficulties – hence her mission twenty one years later to delve into the past and and write about her experience.
Joanna Connor’s book takes the reader with her on her journey in an attempt to understand the rape that has had such consequences on her life. She doesn’t ask for pity or expect anything in return; this is a cathartic account and an attempt at recovery.
I found this an insightful first person account of a life-changing experience. There is no melodrama, no cry for pity, just a need to understand and that makes it all the more poignant.
I rate this as 4 out of 5 stars .