McNeill’s memoir can be interpreted as many things: a sensually macabre narration of BDSM play gone wrong, a cautionary tale on domestic abuse, or a voyeuristic portrayal of a woman discovering her darkest desires. Most certainly and above all, it is a rather scary and yet utterly fascinating story.
Welcome back to the Monthly Reviews series, where I chronologically list last months reads, along with a short reflexion and opinion regarding each book. March was somewhat of a disappointment, and you will find out why momentarily. These are the… Weiterlesen ›