A raw, wrenching, rough and visceral account through diaries and memories of Karina Shor's troubled coming-of-age, in a supportive family. It's a lot, and almost never disturbing. The family emigrates to Israel, where Shor spins into a downward spiral maybe instigated by sexual abuse into more sexual abuse, addiction, depression, madness. And now recovery and art, inspired by her artist father.
Made me think of the also complicated descents into madness and addiction and sexual dysfunction of Kabi Nagata, Charles Forsman, Jesse Reklaw, Simon Hanselman, and I have as of today reviewed 153 books in a catergory I named GN-Psych. A lot of trauma out there.
It is about growing up, and she describes her teen years, but I hesitate to call it YA.