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320 pages, Paperback
First published August 6, 2013
The author managed to achieve legal emancipation from her abusive mother at age fourteen. Her desire to also free her younger siblings gave her a goal to work toward. Obviously the author was blessed with significant abilities which helped her take advantage of opportunities. She managed to work her way through college, and later through law school.People look but don’t see. Why?After I write a poem titled “Why?”, my fourth grade teacher, Miss Muse, suddenly seems to take a special liking to me. She asked me to read it to the class, and then invites the other teachers from our corridor to hear me recite it a second, third and fourth time.
People hear but don’t listen. Why?
People touch but don’t feel. Why?
She begins to ask me when the other kids are busy, “How are things at home Regina?”
The day I tell her I’m moving I’m stunned when her eyes suddenly fill with tears, “Promise me you’ll never forget that you’re special Regina.”
“Special?” I usually get dirty, ugly, poor, bastard, gross, nasty, slut, rag doll and whore, but never special.
Miss Muse continues telling me to always make sure I have a library card, that reading will help me wherever I end up. “Stay smart, stay sharp, and never ever stop reading,” she whispers into my ear.
She hugs me so tight I think I might cry too.
The older I get the more I'm convinced I've suffered for a reason. It's a reason I don't know yet. But for all of my twenty years it's been circling me, a forecast of something mighty. There's no way a person could be born into disfunction, fighting to survive, and helping her family to do the same, without some purpose to give it all meaning. On the days that feel dark and endless I make myself a simple promise. I'll get out of bed in the morning, then I'll head up the hill to class. If I put one foot in front of the other, day by day, I'll move closer to the light at the end of all the struggle.This book reminds me of The Glass Castle. I can tolerate perhaps one book like this per year. But I'm haunted by the reminder of the existence of such poor family environments for some children.