The reasoning is: you committed a crime, you When treating several patients, Brown remarks that she did not care about their past or the crimes they committed. The other two books, about men, they seem to have remained prisoners and people she treated in a friendly, caring way, but there was not, or at least she didn't convey it, such a real connection with them, as there were with prisoners in this book. Really sad to hear of Dr Amanda Brown's personal tragedy, but lovely that the book is dedicated to her husband.

I wonder whether this is due to her only being there a year or whether due to personal circumstances that are mentioned in the book that she just lost interest in writing the novel. She witnesses the results of prisoners taking the law into their own hands to administer retribution against one of their number who had broken their rules, and learns of the terrible backgrounds of others which are as far removed as one could imagine from the middle class affluence and emotional wealth this doctor usually enjoys. The world I was working in was definitely not glamorous’ says Amanda Brown, with resolute autobiographical understatement.Brown admits that the closer she has become to her patients, the less kindly disposed she has felt towards former friends. But this has also been an exciting challenge and through the years, I’ve witnessed a fascinating mix of humanity. Having read The Prison Doctor and enjoying it, I thought this would explore more of what it's really like to be incarcerated in a women's prison. It is an interesting and eye-opening look at prisons and the chapters from the Women’s prison were heartbreaking. Holding 527 inmates, it is accurately described by the author as looking like “an ugly leisure centre”.

The saddest of all statistics is that in both the UK and US, 5 times as many Black people are in prison as Whites.I also found the parts of the book where the author talked about her own life or detailed procedures and practices within the prison boring. He had the standard buzz-cut, tattooed knuckles, lacerations on his wrists (he’d used a plastic yogurt pot) and old cigarette burns on his back. Why it struck home was that I used to have a friend who was a school librarian and raised in a very wealthy family in Boston. Yet again Dr Brown gave us an incredibly interesting, emotional and heartbreaking read that I couldn't put down. It takes more than the cheek of the young lads for whom ‘street cred’ in the form of wearing your own trainers matters so much, to pull the wool over this doctor’s eyes, as they complain of sore feet on a regular basis in an attempt to get medical exemption from wearing prison-issue boots.