I’ve always found forensics interesting (CSI, Bones, Criminal Minds anyone?), and was drawn to this memoir to hear more about the author’s work as a forensic artist in the FBI. The forensic portions that shared glimpses into cases, facial approximation, and the body farm were very interesting. I was expecting more of that, but the memoir is truly about her fight against sexism and misogyny in the workplace. It came as no surprise that the FBI is a good ole boys club. 

Clay and Bones gave me a glimpse into an industry I’m not privy too, but unfortunately her negative experiences were no stranger to me. I’m always here for those who speak out against the patriarchy and hope that writing this memoir was cathartic for Bailey, but if you’re looking for more of the forensics stuff, this probably isn’t for you.