This book has brought many of my worst nightmares and dreams come to life. Even in just two small chapters of 49 pages, this autobiography brings the life of a photographic journalist to the minds of the reader in an understandable light. With the prelude chapter, telling of Lynsey's experiences covering the Libyan Civil War, I think it really shows how photographic journalists have to deal with their personal ethics and fears. Lynsey, in my utmost opinion, describes this on the first page of the prelude "I picked up my camera to shoot what I had shot so many times before, then put it back down, stepping aside to let the other photographers have their turn. I couldn't do it that day". Prelude pg. 1 I was in a way, touched by that quote. The words she chose for that passage symbolized what she had already captured in her lens, Lynsey sees the opportunity of photographic evidence of a war-torn nation but is stopped by something, could this happen to correlate wi...