If I hadn't know Emma Donohue was a feminist I wouldn't have read this at all... Incredibly traumatizing book but also weirdly compelling and smart. I got sucked into the sensationalist premise of the book despite my trepidation. I still don't know why it's entertaining or compelling to read about trauma. I was surprised in a good way by how much of the book was devoted to the aftermath (and how nuanced the writing was), but I still question my own voyeuristic motives for wanting to spend time in this world. This is a real question: why are we so drawn to representations of extreme trauma in this culture?