I know I am entirely biased about this book, as it’s about my hometown and resembles so many of the stories I heard from my grandma growing up, but that’s why I love it.
I know where River Street is, where the Fall Festival is held each year before school starts, and what the bluffs look like driving to Jefferson City. Despite it all, the dark and grim, this book made me feel extremely nostalgic and warm. I feel grateful to Carolyn for documenting the few years of her childhood that she did for this memoir.