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The Other Side is the haunting account of a first passionate and then abusive relationship; the events leading to Johnson's kidnapping, rape, and imprisonment; her dramatic escape; and her hard-fought struggle to recover. At once thrilling, terrifying, harrowing, and hopeful, The Other Side offers more than just a true crime record. In language both stark and poetic, Johnson weaves together a richly personal narrative with police and FBI reports, psychological records, and neurological experiments, delivering a raw and unforgettable story of trauma and transformation.
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By katherine on 04-21-15
What made the experience of listening to The Other Side the most enjoyable?
I would not call this book enjoyable. Rather, it is riveting. Never before have I simply sat, transfixed, while listening to a book. I found myself unable to move, unable to tear myself away. Not once did my mind wander.
What does Lacy M. Johnson bring to the story that you wouldn’t experience if you just read the book?
Hearing this story in the author's own voice lends a certain tension to the reading that could never be credibly done by someone who has not experienced it.
Any additional comments?
I would caution someone who has not come to terms with their own stories of abuse. This book is raw.
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By Heather Williams on 04-03-18
Could find no evidence to back up this memoir
Lacy Johnson narrates like she's reading poetry she wrote while tripping in high school and the only reason I finished this audiobook was because I chose it for my true crime bookclub. But while the crime committed was the central theme in The Other Side, this is essentially a story of Johnson's PTSD. That alone might resonate with readers/listeners who suffer from PTSD themselves. But it's also what makes this so difficult to listen to, as the duration of the story is a broken timeline, an incoherent mess. "Maybe I did this, or maybe I did that." On top of all that, or maybe because of, I was never one to question a victim's truth until now. She gives no names, no evidence, that any of this actually happened to her. This brings me to another point of contention: the repetitive, vague title she gives the perpetrator, "The Man I Lived With," demands a name if this story is to ultimately be believed. Her actual name is the only truth I could verify. In suspending my disbelief, as I know such crimes do happen, I sincerely hope that she receives justice against this man in her lifetime. In the meantime, a new edition with massive edits is called for.