Danila Botha’s debut collection of short stories makes the personal political. With clear diction, Botha’s prose packs a punch. There’s no skirting the issues, masquerading behind metaphor or dancing between the lines. The Johannesburg-born, Halifax-based author sets many of her stories in Toronto and South Africa; she writes fearlessly about rape (“My So-Called Date”), drugs (“Don’t Talk Junk”), sex and rock (“Jesus Was a Punk Rocker”). Heavily influenced by Heather O’Neill, Bikini Kill and pop culture, Botha explores the various shades of self-destruction. She avoids tying up her stories in a bow. She trusts all darkness brings light, though it isn’t always in plain sight.