My rating: 4 of 5 stars
She pushes the videotape into the player and steps back. The screen on the old box television flickers. A seated man slowly comes into view. Pale face, square jaw, jug ears. Thick, round Coke-bottle glasses. An orange jumpsuit. Hand bound in cuffs in his lap.
“State your name,” a deep off-screen voice instructs.
“Ricky Langley,” the man says.
This was my first introduction to non-fiction. I don’t typically read this genre, but received an advanced copy for which I am incredibly thankful to Flatiron Books
To be honest, I am quite surprised at how well this was written. There were times I had forgotten I was even reading a memoir.
I particularly enjoyed the chapters regarding Ricky’s trial. His case was quite intriguing. However, some parts rather slow and I found myself skipping ahead. I appreciated the author’s inclusion of her own personal experiences with abuse and molestation, as these parts were especially difficult to read.
Overall, it was an enjoyable and powerful story.