Some people have said to me, “You love memoirs,” as if this somehow defines me. As if I will love every memoir I encounter. As if simply slapping the word memoir on the cover will guarantee my approval of the book. As if I cannot read a memoir objectively because I love memoirs, therefore, I will love every memoir I open and eventually close.
Let it be known that I have hated some memoirs. I have abandoned some memoirs. I do love the bravery conjured in sharing one’s raw and shocking story, but I do not always enjoy the way the story is shared.
I say this because I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings when I say I absolutely loved this memoir, as if it’s a given that I would love it since loving memoirs is what I do..
But, reading friends, make no mistake: This was not an enjoyable read. It was lyrically conveyed, which was absolute sweetness to consume, but it was bursting with the sad, scary, and confusing experiences of a dysfunctional childhood. I was especially impressed with the extraordinary insight and compassion exhibited by the author. Despite the brutality of her history, Brittany delivered the details with such gentle care.
I couldn’t relate to every experience Brittany endured in her childhood, but what she revealed about how her anxiety and trauma responses manifest were things that resonated with me. I found this oddly soothing, as if a good friend was telling me that she understood me because she struggles in similar ways. This is not why I read memoirs, as I read them to learn other people’s stories, but it is a beneficial aspect I sometimes encounter while reading them. It’s like finding my own little support group through books.
I hope Hell If We Don’t Change Our Ways will find a way into the spotlight. If you worry that it may be too heavy, I understand, but I promise Brittany Means found a way to make it meaningful and hopeful as she grew into adulthood. She did not fail to accentuate the positive, and she is strong and wise enough to see beauty in the brokenness of the people who loved and hurt her.
I am immensely grateful to Libro.fm, Zibby Books, and Brittany Means for my copy. All opinions are my own.