Kathleen Hanna’s Rebel Girl: My Life As a Feminist Punk could have been a crushing work of trauma porn but her humour and intelligence – with a smattering of “hey, I know that band”s thrown in for good measure – made it a quick, entertaining and thought-provoking read. Hanna was at the centre of the Pacific Northwest’s music and cultural scene as that was frothing away as the 80s became the 90s, as well as a key figure in the Riot Grrrl movement. Her bands Bikini Kill and Le Tigre went on, like many of her friends’ bands, to global success. From the time she was pre-pubescent and for most of the period she was raped and assaulted multiple times within her peer group. The #MeToo moments aren’t necessarily revelations: her experience was out there on stages night after night after night for anyone to listen to – and, unfortunately, for men (and women) to exploit and mock and re-traumatize. It’s tempting to say the book ends happily ever after, but Hanna seems preternaturally unable to ever consider anything finished, and the reader knows by they time they turn the last page that the journey continues. 4/5