Some stories are hard to read, but those stories must be read. Volatile Waters is one of those.
What I always love about Adams’ is how she write in the murky grey waters. Where your perceptions are never clear and you swim in ambiguity. Yury is complex, and the author did an amazing job of capturing that volatility.
Unlike the typical “trope”, this book is written from the captor’s point of view. You learn about him, his childhood, his own abuse, his own darkness. It’s an interesting take and Adams’ manages to show us another facet to this tragedy and epidemic.
Like with every India R. Adams book, there is light. There is that flicker of hope that pulls you along the treacherous road. There is some beauty within this book which makes this book all the more rewarding to read.
Adams’ represented this topic with such grace and respect for the victims. She didn’t glorify it, romanticize it or spare the horrors. She wrote it for awareness. She wrote it for the survivors, and that is worth applauding.