A review by editrix
Memorial Drive: A Daughter's Memoir by Natasha Trethewey

I wish I’d read this with my eyes rather than my ears, I think because when the language got particularly poetic (the author is a poet), it felt unnatural to my ear. (This is definitely a me thing and why I’m picky about audiobooks.)

Within this tragic story of abuse, the transcripts between the perpetrator and his victim were downright harrowing and put a very fine point on why women don’t “just leave.”