I don’t know that I have it in me after a long day to write a review that does justice to this book, but I will say that this is important. It’s such an important book.
“They are all innocent until proven guilty. But not me. I am a liar until I am proven honest.”
Louise O’Neill doesn’t shirk the harsh realities, the truths that you recognise as you read but want to tear your hair out over. The media portrayal, the questions of: But how much did she drink? What was she wearing? How many people has she slept with? The inner thoughts through this, the fawning over comments and likes. This book shirks absolutely nothing.
It’s a cruel book, it’s a harsh book, but the point that it’s something real and recognisable, that the most horrible comments and responses are something you’ll recognise if you just ever (ignore the warnings and) read the comments, that kind of sums up why it makes you feel uneasy as you read. It’s something you’ve seen before.