You know how there is one trait, or habit, or attitude that we hate about our parents, then we vow to ourselves that we will never be like them? And later on, are you self-conscious enough to recognize your parents in your speech, actions, decisions? When this happens, do you think that you could have done better, having vowed many years ago that you will never be like your mother and/or father.
I had thought this book was a novel about Christmas, but I was so wrong. It relates the story of Kenzie Lowe, a woman who grew up in a family where the father is an alcoholic who gets violent after finishing a bottle. In her early years, she had planted in her mind her hate towards her father; even wishing him to die. As a grown woman, she tried very hard to not fit into the same mould as her father. In the process, she understood and learned to forgive. While a lot of unfathomable things happened at the Lowe household, the book's main theme is all about forgiveness and letting go; about forgetting the pass and moving on; about changing ones life.
The author, Ms. McFadden is a terrific storyteller. She has a natural play with words without trying hard, making it more pleasant to read again and again.
To end, I would like to cite the following passages that I found as very nice and appropriate for the time:
"...as the stories rolled on like meadows after a war, trampled flowers for trees. That's who we were, wartorn meadows on the verge of new growth"
"That's the way life was. Ongoing, ever-changing, with a fresh coat of paints....I found that I needed to sweep away the pain, open up the windowa, and air out the hurt."