This book wasn't what I was expecting, with it being more a biography of Sandra Pankhurst than a book about her work as a trauma cleaner. That being said Sandra has had a varied, traumatic, interesting and courageous journey which was fascinating to read about. 

I really wanted to like this book and rate it higher but despite enjoying a good deal of it, the only reason I finished it is because I wanted to know how the story concluded in terms of Sandra's present life.

This could have been two distinct books, i would have preferred to read either a biography of Sandra Pankhurst or about her business as a trauma cleaners rather than the mash up it became.

Just to add to the mix, the author told her parts of her own story and seemed to worship Sandra which made me question the authenticity of the writing. Sandra acknowledged that she is an unreliable narrator and her story is fascinating still, but I think this shouldn't have been drawn to the forefront quite so much and instead the focus should have been on what she she did know. The author also seemed to be passing judgement throughout the whole book which felt out of place and unnecessary.

There was some very flowery writing and some bizarre metaphors, overall I think the writing style detracted from the tale being told and the two elements of biography/trauma cleaning should have been either more equally discussed or one omitted entirely.

Not for the faint-hearted, the trigger warnings are lengthy.