A cross-genre memoir of Zangana's time in prison in Iraq, where she was raped and tortured. Told with clarity, honesty, and tenderness, there is throughout a sense of hope that the author clings to and that saves us, the readers, from complete despair. Written part in 3rd person, part in first, and part as epistolary, the change in perspective werves to zoom Zangana in and out from her subject, one feels, as a matter of self preservation. The book was also very informative about the history of Iraq, a subject about which I was--and remain--regretfully ignorant. This book keeps you reading, keeps you wanting more, keeps you wanting to reach out and make contact. A remarkable book by a remarkable author.