as someone who grew up in a quite secluded or limited family, jeanette winterson truly has a gift for storytelling. the emotions that was poured in this memoir of hers made my heart sank into the deepest depths of the void i didn’t knew existed before — a new kind.

this was a read that i picked up on a whim and yet it was immensely gut-wrenching and graze that mother wound you never knew existed within you before.

jeanette winterson, you have intrigued me.