This memoir goes far beyond the author’s entanglements with Jeffrey Epstein: it contextualizes them in a lifetime of abuse that also reveals shortcomings in the society that should have protected her. Her story is a terrible tragedy; even worse, it’s reframed by her ghostwriter in the introduction, who explains that her husband — described glowingly throughout — was also an abuser. There are so many moments that made me sit up (it’s worth looking into the “well-known Prime Minister” she references choking her), but the institutional failures that protected the powerful remain the most striking, haunting thing.