Recently in my local library I came across a refreshing memoir, Loose Girl, by an American called Kerry Cohen. I read it in one sitting, writes Clea Myers.

The true story about her promiscuity was unsettling yet strangely empowering, as the narrator finally recognises that her desperate attempts at intimacy, via boys and sex, are driving her further into isolation and self-hatred.

No quick fix solutions or trips to rehab, but a burgeoning awareness that a healthy self-identity can emerge through the most unlikely of channels.

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