I've read several of Edouard Louis' books, but this was definitely my favorite. It's a hard read as a survivor, but I felt really moved by a lot of what he described, including his nuanced portrayal of his attacker. He partially writes the story as his sister is explaining it to her husband, and it's a very affective narrative device which to me captures how difficult it is to "own" your own story. It's probably way too graphic and heavy for a lot of readers, but if you're in a good place, this is a truly moving book.