Moving . . . powerful . . . Her sharpness and sanity, moodiness and skepticism are the appeal.

Reading this book is a joy . . . funny and warm

Not to be missed, I Heard Her Call My Name is a powerful example of self-reflection and a vibrant exploration of the modern dynamics of gender and identity

Marked by clarity and self-awareness . . . powerful

An astonishing, once-in-a-lifetime achievement, as two stories thread into one, from losing yourself in the lights, the sounds, the eyes of others, to the miraculous discovery of the language with which you can put yourself back together

Radical, humble, and wise, Sante’s account of discovery is the most generous of gifts — a book to treasure, and a memoir that will enter the canon of twenty-first-century greats

I’ve admired the utter clarity and authority of Lucy Sante’s work for years, and I was deeply moved by how she tunneled through the specificity of her experiences to create this vivid, encompassing, and compassionate book

A generous, fearlessly revealing book, full of heart. Lucy Sante brings a reader through her transition, a story that moves across continents, time, and discovery. It is revitalising. Sante’s dedication to truth asks beautifully honest questions: Who deserves to be a woman? What do we contain? What is it to live, survive, to thrive? This celebration of womanhood is fresh air you will want to breathe in deeply

Rueful and wise on the strictures and pretence of masculinity . . . a writer of rich cultural retrospect.

An absorbing analysis of a long-standing search for identity in writing and life