Memoirs of a trans guy who grew up in a similar enough setting to my dad that I asked Dad if he knew him (no, but knew his dad), which was slightly trippy. A lot of the book is about dysphoria, shame and guilt, as one would somewhat expect growing up trans and Catholic in Alberta in the 1960s (not great, Skippy). For all that, it didn't feel like a complete downer? I liked how hard Shenher was trying, and how he kept letting himself be vulnerable, and keeping the possibility of hope open. Though admittedly is was heartwrenching to read how often he'd feel just on the verge of transitioning, and then not do it. For decades.

Shenher is mostly known in Canada for being the lead detective on what turned into the worst serial killer case in Canadian history, and though the book deals with his police work, and his frustration at the failures of policing (especially in regards to marginalised communities), it doesn't deal heavily with the gory details.