But I'm encouraged in it by the inscription written by Peggy in my copy of the book: 'For Sandra, signing in red, fellow traveller and friend.' So it's as such that I state unequivocally that I read it cover to cover in one sitting and found it totally compelling, that it was challenging and unbearably painful in parts, beautifully written, as one would expect from an artist who has crafted hundreds of songs and has a traditional repertoire of hundreds more, and full of what one can only assume is honest disclosure, since some of it makes for uncomfortable reading and endorses the incremental repetition of the words 'I was not a feminist then'. Reviewing a memoir, as opposed to an academic publication, especially when the memoirist has been known to the reviewer over a long period of time, is a daunting task.
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