A beautifully written little memoir by Jessia Kight, it felt like it had spanned the lifetime of an octogenarian rather than a woman in her early twenties. Born with a mysterious medical condition that no doctor could explain, Jessica was subjected to multiple surgeries, treatment and injections for most of her childhood and adolescence. Given all she went through, I would rename her as a medical marvel. She also grew up in a Mormon family on a dairy farm, so life was nothing short of unusual compared to her friends and relatives.
Jess has written his account of her live in such a tender and astute way that encapsulated so many perceptions about her life, and also dispelled a few generic views people may have had about her. There were many misconceptions about her age because of her petiteness, or being “horizontally challenged” as her parents descried her. I was surprised that she did not write a lot about how the world responded to her. I think a lot of that was owed to her own self-confidence and acceptance of who she was in the face of the adversity she faced. It was hard to read about the responsibility that sat on her shoulders, looking after all of her siblings and frantically vacuuming at 3am, just to keep order at hone for her parents who had early starts on the farm. It was that business that did not give her a lot of time to think, and probably was a great distraction from the medical issues she was dealing with.