I give this book 5 stars not because the writing was stellar, but because it is someone's life story, and you cannot rate someone's life story with a number of stars.
No, the writing was not fabulous, but this woman is not a writer. She is a survivor of extreme sexual, physical and emotional abuse at the hands of the very person, her father, who should have protected her throughout her life.
Sara's father does, indeed, sound like the devil. He was an uneducated, poorly spoken, drinking, drugging, child abusing, brainwashing, womanizing, wife beating, child fucking baby machine who is a really twisted fucker. Though he is guilty of abuse and incest, he is also a victim himself.
While I agree that the fact he is also a victim helped him to think his behavior was normal, at some point, he HAD to have figured out that he was twisted. But no, he didn't, and there is just no excuse.
A general observation....not to speak ill of Sara Davies AT ALL - and her "childhood" was bloody awful and just plain WRONG - but I have noticed that the tone of "voice" of survivors of this type of thing (abuse, incest, etc.) and the ones who write books about their experience is often the same.
While they are survivors of all things horrible and are to be praised for making it out alive, most of the ones who recount the tales in books have a "tone" that oozes through their writing. It's one of superiority, self congratulation, redemption, and woe. Even when they have gotten some therapy and dealt with their situation(s), that tone never really goes away.
And it's really, really sad to read.