shibari: bondage erótico japonés

sold as a gut-wrenching account of how paedophiles manipulate their way into the lives of children but actually reads as a romance novel re a girl obsessed with a man old enough to be her grandfather - it’s being called a difficult book to read by everyone simply because it shockingly lacks the hysteria and finger-pointing requisite of books on this topic? - just a token incongruous anti-pedo statement tacked on the end as an afterword/afterthought (her final resolute sentence is neat tho) - it’s written with a certain degree of literary prowess - far removed from the child abuse chic pulp (i presume anyway - i’ve read none of those) - tho the writing style is sometimes annoying - she might go into superfluous detail re the content of sandwiches (how she can remember who was eating what on a certain day when she was only eight?) but other more important things are inadequately explained and key incidences skipped over (a diary with pages missing?) - altho deemed unacceptable for the subject matter a little humour might not have gone amiss either - this one rare sentence…

but it still didn’t feel anything special; his tongue was like a paintbrush and he was asking the wall if it felt good to be painted

….stood out as much more effectively portraying her lack of true consent and immature indifference to the sexual abuse than any other subtle, poetic, serious-literature-appropriate, condemnations - which are actually pretty much non-existant as she’s loathe to say anything remotely negative about her beloved predator (besides detailing their frequent lover’s tiffs and squabbles over super mario 3) - anyway, a compulsive read - tho little learnt? - beyond the fact lolitas are not lolitas for very long - and all such relationships (no matter how perfect) are tragically doomed - or entail a lifetime of pubic hair shaving