It was almost a relief to end this book, just because hooks packs such an emotional punch into her work. Incisive and critically minded, hooks takes her scalpel to our culturally defined notion of familial and romantic love, cutting and reassembling it into a more expanded and just version of love. I picked up a used copy and was thrilled to find, months later, hooks‘s writing on the first page. Now all I have to do is change my name to Tracey.