Described as a ‘novel’ which I now understand to be a word encompassing various literary forms, Motherhood prises open the narrator’s years-long ambivalence about becoming a mother – I assume, we…

I was used fucked, broken, toyed with and violated from the age of six. Over and over for years and years. And here’s how it happened. So begins an autobiography,…

I was pre-disposed to like this book. I have followed Andrew Reeves’ writings with interest, and greatly benefited from a training day about suicidal presentations he delivered years ago. It…