Wow! What a ride that this book took me on!
I have to say that as a greek person I wholeheartedly agree with the original sentiment (f*** greek men) and I'm so glad that the author had the bravery to overcome all the trauma and the difficulties that she faced
The author managed to make me care about her future from the very first part of the book. By the end I was ecstatic and feeling warm and fuzzy inside because of the positive time that her story took.

This was tough. I seem to be drawn to memoirs by people with shitty parents lately so when I read the synopsis for this I was deep into it 15 minutes later and finished pretty fast.

It always feels weird rating/reviewing a memoir, as any criticism makes me feel like I'm personally attacking the author but luckily I don't have to for Nikolodakis. She writes beautifully and her story made my stomach churn, sometimes from disgust at what was happening to her, sometimes from recognition of that men's entitlement in my own surroundings.

My one gripe while reading was the description led me to think more would be revealed about her fathers's past and the Greece trip would be less drinking and more digging into the family history but maybe that's just me. In any case Lisa is a better person than me because I definitely would have told the truth about how the father died, but me being slightly annoyed about the lack of pettiness was quickly rectified by George and I feel like the little girl I desperately wanted to be safe from the beginning was left in good hands of the rest of her family.

Possibly the most powerful book of personal assessment I've ever read.
If a book about abuse and the road to understanding could be called beautiful, this is the one.