A memoir in her most personal voice, Teri Louise Kelly tells us what it is like to be born in the wrong body.

Let’s forget the flounce and frills and sugar and spice; this isn’t Cinderella and there aren’t any glass slippers or pumpkins that change into carriages, but there is the simple madness of everyday existence as adequate compensation. And while there may not be many tears, there are tantrums and insane asylums and self-deprecating binges. None of which has anything to do with the most bizarre decision a person could make-changing one’s sex-but all of which are central to this tale of outlandish head games with oneself and one’s imaginary self, a three-foot-tall high priestess of mass deception. After all, if you’re going to write a book about changing sex, then why not bend it completely out of shape and give it some balls?

A surreal, courageous, and compelling account of one person’s realization, transition and reemergence, you will not soon forget Bent.