This is an honest and raw read that I think shows the bravery of the family as a whole. It made me feel so many emotions all at the same time and I found myself wanting to hug them throughput reading it

Litman does a brave and honest counting of her daughter Alice’s life.
What this book does best is Litman’s reflections on the past and honouring her Alice’s life.
On a minor note, I was less interested in Litman and her partner’s private/romantic life after the tragedy, and I found some details just unnecessary.

The major note is Litman empowers parents and trans children with this book.

An incredibly moving book. Litman describes Alice with so much love and pride that I felt as if I knew her myself. She is honest, even to the point of self incrimination, with her initial transphobia and difficulties around Alice’s transition, which further demonstrates her inescapable grief and regret around Alice’s suicide. I adored reading the chapters when Alice was alive and pairing these chapters with days, weeks, months after her death really drove home the mournful memories Litman and her family had.

Memoirs, especially those around someone who has passed, are incredibly difficult to write (I assume), and difficult to read. This was a heavy book, both because of Alice’s suicide and the sadness and fear felt by the trans community. Litman balanced this book well, I wanted her to heal while understanding the grief she was feeling that she was being given the support to heal, whereas her own daughter wasn’t. After finishing this I found myself reading about Alice online, the inquest and what her family had to say.

A poignant book that’s needed now more than ever. Alice deserved better, we need to do better for her trans community and the LGBTQ+ community as a whole. Kudos to Litman for penning such an emotional tribute to her daughter.

What a beautify coming from a loving mother about their child. I couldn’t get through it without tearing up over and over. It is a story that will stick with you forever.