This past week I spent 13 hours on a train and discovered what will forever be one of my favourite books. I bet you can guess it from the image above.
Before my thirteen hours of travel commenced at 7am on Monday morning you could say that I was quite hesitant to step on the train. I have never been one to enjoy long train rides mainly due to my incredible talent for feeling nauseous on any form of moving object. For this very reason, my first stop after raiding my bookcase was the chemist, to try and find any form of anti-nausea medication that wouldn’t have me passing out every 45 seconds. Travacalm saved the day!
For the first time in my life I was able to spend the entire train trip reading and I managed to get through three books, two of which were crime novels that I was reading for research purposes (and also just for the fun of putting post-it notes through them), while the third was Rose McGowan’s memoir, BRAVE.
I finished this book within three hours of starting it because it was completely and totally enthralling. It forces you to see the dark inner workings of Hollywood, the abuse, the gruelling working conditions and the psychological trauma that can be caused by being a cog in the misogynistic machine. I will add in a trigger warning here for anyone that has experienced sexual abuse of any kind, BRAVE deals with McGowan's personal experiences head-on.
The style of her writing plays a large part in its readability, while it isn’t masterful literary prose, her style is crafted in such a way that you feel like she is sitting across from you telling her story. Her casual tone and use of conversational phrases often found on social media make it incredibly easy to hear the sarcasm and sly wit that she has breathed into her work.
I loved that in some places it read like a masterfully crafted rant, full of harsh truths. While this may turn some of you off, it shouldn’t, because it is a well-deserved rant about a topic that is important as hell and needs to be addressed, and I can’t think of anyone who could have done it better. She has taken her own personal experience, her own pain and her triumph and has forged it into swift blades that have cut right to the heart of Hollywood, right to the heart of any man or woman that has taken advantage of any human. But more than that, she hands the blade to the reader and tells them to be brave.
“We survivors are using our voices in record numbers. We cannot let up, and as hard as it is, we must continue to get even louder, to push even harder. We all count. We all matter. Here’s to freedom, yours and mine. Now go breathe fire.”
It doesn’t matter where you are on the sexual identity spectrum, read it. Read it now.













