Perhaps I wasn't supposed to walk away from this book thinking, "I hate men, and I'm never going to Somalia" but I did. Lindhout recounts her years as a wanderluster traveling around the world and encountering a variety of men whom I found repugnant (and doing other stuff, yes yes) which evolved into her self-taught journalistic endeavors while still a young woman living in the Middle East and Africa. A stint in Somalia ended in her kidnapping alongside her ex-boyfriend/photographer as well as their driver and guide. The majority of the book focuses on her 15 months of captivity. I'm glad she could write this book, that her story is out there, that we have the freedom to talk about atrocities and the hope of stopping future horrors for others. However, I came away hating kinda everyone ever in the world.