Nikki Blue's memoir of sorts (it's hard to say what that means exactly, but it doesn't matter because every page of this book is full of an authenticity that tells the reader that s/he's sharing the author's terrible, real journey) is one of the hardest reads I've ever had. Still, it was impossible to put down: Blue tells the story of her coming to age in the midst of her relationship with a terribly abusive man with such pitiless directness that I felt that it would have been somehow an ingratitude to her to turn away from the horrific spiral of violence and desire she describes. The remarkable thing about this book, for me, is the way Blue refuses to demonize Mike, the man who abused the Nikki who narrates the book, and paints Nikki as in a very important way unable to stop desiring Mike not in spite of but *because* of Mike's abusive behavior. It takes a steely eye to write this kind of story that way, and thus when, about ⅔ of the way through the book, I felt like I needed the abuse just to stop, I saw that Blue had achieved something remarkable: I could perceive exactly why the narrator couldn't free herself, and it was that inability, expressed over and over, rather than the harrowing, vivid accounts of the abuse itself, that was so hard to read. I recommend this book to anyone who can get through a terrible, authentic story and wants true insight into the dynamics of an abusive relationship with a strong heroine-narrator leading the way.