If you didn’t find Shannon O’ Leary’s first book, The Blood on My Hands, heart-wrenching enough then her sequel will certainly have you weeping uncontrollably. How can one person, one family, go through so much?

If you do weep, thankfully it will be with both heartbreak and relief or joy, eventually.

The abuse that this poor girl suffers with at the hands of her father continues well into her adulthood until his death in the later stages of the book. As time progresses, the author fights continuously against the lure of negative-emotional relationships she finds herself attracted to, a pattern of behaviour that comes as a consequence of the abuse. She eventually gains the ultimate prize of her life, however, by bringing into the world a huge family of her own. She shows such strength and courage dealing with the demands of her five children.

This is the ultimate conclusion of this chapter in Shannon O’Leary’s life. It’s brutally honest, poignant and a testament to her bravery in the face of such dreadful adversity. Despite all that she has endured, she emerges from the pits of hell as an exceptional mother and a very strong woman.

This is one sequel you just cannot afford to miss.