Rated of 5
by columbia gal
What a disappointment. The author writes in the voice of a child, but voices very adult feelings, etc., which makes for a very awkward read. Also, while her memoir purports to be non-fiction, I am highly skeptical of this. The story is implausibale at best, and makes no sense in many ways. (She paints a portrait of a loving extended family, but then claims the entire family deserts the children when first her mother, then her father dies, leaving her totally at the whim of an "evil" stepmother.) And, just when you begin to say, okay, MAYBE it really happened like this, I learn that the author claims to have not remembered most of her childhood until very recently. Very, VERY implausible. It made this book smack of either unreliable recovered memory, or out and out fiction, with the main characters dead and therefore not able to complain.
If you wish to read a really interesting, and highly readable, memoir of an unusual, trying childhood, read "Don't Let' s Go to the Dogs Tonight" instead.