The story follows Rachel who joins the mysterious Mary Shelley club where she and her new friends challenge each other to more and more daring pranks. Pretty much everyone in the group is not what they seem and there were a couple of twists that I guessed and a few I definitely did not. These narratives are not told in vain as most survivors refuse to be labeled as simply ex-sex slaves – they want their stories to reach the world and inform relief efforts to rehabilitate Yazidis in Sinjar. Alternatively, we suggest that you visit your local library and request to borrow a copy from a friendly librarian. What are some of the belief systems or fears that may have prevented people from taking action against ISIS?

The traumatized women and children who escaped enslavement are witnesses of the atrocities, yet fail to receive the proper care. Loneliness and the complicity of the people in Mosul and other ISIS-occupied areas drove Nadia to hopelessness. While hidden in the woods, she observes one of these rituals led by an older woman and attended by teenage girls. Thanks to the publishers for granting me access to this via NetGalley prior to its scheduled April 2021 release.However, whilst trying to start a new life she never quite escapes her past, which is a key part of the story.

The author plays on the classic psychological horror theme really well, plus the storyline is cleverly woven to keep the reader off kilter with a genuine sense of unease. A Nobel Peace Prize nominee and the first Goodwill Ambassador the Dignity of Survivors of Human Trafficking of the United Nations and winner of the Vaclav Havel Human Rights Prize, Nadia Murad is a courageous young woman who has endured unimaginable tragedy (losing eighteen members of her family) and degradation through sexual enslavement to ISIS. This was a insightful story of what Yazidis have had to go through, put up with and live with - all because of their religious beliefs. Accounts confirmed that ISIS had found out that Nasser had helped Murad escape, later seizing him and his brothers. I loved sleeping beneath the thick comforters my mother, Shami, would make from the wool, stuffing it between colorful pieces of fabric.

However, she continues to dig away at the island’s secrets, under covering a web of myths and legends and whispers of the supernatural.