(Title means both "daughter" and "girl")

This is an unfinished read. Well written, all in headings and wordplay poetry, showing off the inherent misogyny of the French language. There is a quick and hard-hitting rhythm to it. It tells the story of a girl born in the 1950s and growing up through humiliation, belittling, attacks and harassment, all due to her sex.  

Do you have any children ? the man asks.

No, my father says. I have two daughters.

We go through the usual installments: the disappointed father, everyday misogyny, the rapist uncle, the hush-hush aunts, the lack of sorority, the lowered expectations and the inner buried anger. 

Halfway through the book, it seems to be all: the story of someone born to be abused by all and everything, although some parts evoke something other than permanent oppression (she likes to read! Probably she will become a writer, and that will save her, and that's why we are reading her laments in what is probably some sort of autofiction).