I thought this was incredibly eye opening and brave of him to write because it’s clearly a journey he is still on. So much happens behind closed doors 💔
That the author went through this is raw and sometimes painful to read. That this was within living memory is even more heartbreaking. The viciousness and coldness of some people in his life was not only uncomfortable to read, I wonder how much of that played into some (arguably deliberate) generalisations of some things that happened. Whether it is because it is so close to the present that individuals may still be alive or whether the author did not want to publicly in writing dissect that any further for his own self-preservation or whatever the reason, it is his story to tell and, I think, I would be uncomfortable to critique this aspect.
The book is written in a very conversational style and this helps the reader move through his story despite some of the confronting elements. It can’t have been easy to decide to share this part of his life with the world (once shared, it can never really be taken back). That he has done so means we, the general public, can be better for him having done so.
A raw an honest book that brings rage at the unjustice that some groups of society still face. A reminder that the ultimate message of religion should only be about acceptance and kindness. Read in one sitting on flight from Sydney to Singapore. Left without a book for London leg of trip!!!