You can’t turn away from this book . You cringe as Walls pulls you through her train wreck of a childhood. She writes about a disastrous home life in a way that leaves you gasping for air and freedom from her terrible parents, yet the tone and easy-going way she has of approaching her youth makes you realize what a person can go through and come out of with a sense of, if not humor, at least shrugging acceptance. You want to hate her parents, yet by the end of the novel you view them much as she does–as being who they are.
If you would ever love a million reasons to be even more thankful for the family that you have, or if you simply want to read a beautiful if horrifying book, pick up Walls’s skillful memoir.