I read all but the last 50 or so pages of this book, but I ultimately lost interest. The narrative was choppy and I just didn't see what her ultimate goal was, beyond drawing attention to the cause. I have a great respect for anyone who would risk her own safety and go to such lengths to try to help others, but I didn't enjoy the writing. It felt a bit stilted, bouncing back and forth between self-pity, pity for the women of Congo, the desire not to feel pity for these women, and the aching to not be one of those privileged people who says they want to help but forgets about the cause a few months down the road. While I appreciated the introspection, I just didn't care a whole lot about Lisa's journey; I wanted more information about life in Congo and the relief efforts there and less about the author's troubled marriage. On the other hand, this book introduced me to a part of the world I know little about, and I will likely pay more attention to news/books about the situation there as a result.
