If you picked up this book as a Disability 102 overview, then this is a solid read and you'll learn a good bit. However, if you picked up this book because the title and blurb suggests that this has something new to offer the disability justice discourse, then you are sorely mistaken. Fink spends 60% of this book rehashing the work of DJ writers, thinkers, etc. and 40% grappling with her family's legacy around disability. Try as she might to separate herself, Fink still comes off as an able-bodied person trying to fit herself into the disability discourse. She is class-aware in her retelling of experiences as a mother to an autistic child, but she conveniently glosses over her own privilege that put her in that room in the first place. Kinda like the Robin DiAngelo of disability, yanno? I'd skip this book and read anything by Eli Clare, Mia Mingus, or Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha instead.