This is undoubtedly an interesting book, but it does suffer for an absence of periodic summaries and perhaps a surfeit of words. Ideas have to be teased from the dense matrix, though the effort is not unrewarding. There are many valuable examples and the discourse is linked thoughtfully to gospel passages. Glasson adopts ‘sur vivre’ as her key to survival, affirmation of ‘the life-giving possibility of a story surfacing from under the circumstances that have suppressed it.’ She begins in the silence, for the abused that secret silence, that eventually it may feel safe enough to bear a name. Intimating that it may even be God’s name, she explores its boundaries, finding that beyond difference there may be a Christ-like drawing together. It is, she says, a matter of how we attend to each other. She concludes by addressing the Church, with a perceptive and challenging comment on its liturgy. In the end Glasson attests to that gloriously ‘astonishing, strong, bloody-minded determination among those who by rights should have given up long ago’, for alongside them stands the God about whom the same could be said.