I don't know how Joy McCullough does it, in Blood, Water, Paint, and in this book, she perfectly blends heartbreak, sorrow, feminism, and rage. This is a tremendous book. As a sister, I felt Em's anger and burning want for justice for Nor. As a woman, I empathized with everything Em felt, all of the microaggressions, all of the desire to just burn everything to the ground.
Em draws inspiration from a historical figure, Marguerite de Bressieux, that I'm ashamed to say I've never heard of before. This blend of history and modern times is the perfect example of that trite saying 'the more things change, the more they stay the same.'
I was unsure of what to expect with the intermixed poetry and illustrations. I wasn't disappointed at all, and I wasn't taken out of the story. Instead, I was drawn in to another one, one just as powerful and poignant,.
All in all, I hope Joy McCullough continues to write, continues to give a voice to those who have been tormented by sexual violence, and continues to give hope to everyone.