This book reminds me of why I rarely read memoirs. Simply put, this woman thinks her story is fascinating and heart-wrenching and wants to make herself look good by sharing it, but she cannot write. I've seen high-school essays with better writing. It appears from looking at the pictures included in the book that she had a person named Barbara helping her write. If so, she should ask Barbara for her money back.
I found Phyllis to be self-pitying and self-aggrandizing. She repeats many, many times that she "cared for her mother for eight years" although I've seen my dentist more often in eight years than she saw her mother during that time. There were gaps of literally years between her visits to her mother. Yet she has convinced herself that she is next to saintly because she cleaned up her mother a few times and helped her bathe once. She could see that her mother was struggling with addiction and other issues yet she never lifted a finger to get her into a care facility or send any kind of help. Her exaggeration of her "care" grates on me no end. When Phyllis's mother died, she hadn't seen her or talked to her in two years!
Despite keeping the secret from her mother that she was in fact her daughter, Phyllis laments that she left telling her mother her true identity "until it was too late". Sorry, lady, you'll not get any sympathy from me for treating your mother with so little respect.
There are many thousands upon thousands of people who have been adopted. There is nothing especially unique to society in general about having been adopted (though of course I understand that each individual journey is unique), yet Phyllis acts as if the entire world revolves around her adoption. She behaves as if she is the only one who has ever been adopted. She dislikes anyone who doesn't completely commiserate with her and praise her constantly. I notice she particularly dislikes women in authority, including her adoptive mother and McFadden in charge of the orphanage. She continually describes almost everyone in the book as insensitive and cruel, and that gets tiresome really quickly. She keeps talking about people shouting at her and snapping at her and after a while you realize that they were doing no such thing; she was attempting to generate sympathy.
Phyllis's life after adoption was not so bad. Yes, it must have been hurtful if the biological daughter was treated better than the adopted daughter, but frankly after reading this book I doubt it was anything like she described it. She lived in a safe home with a loving father, went to school, traveled, played with other kids, and was never abused. She had friends and a normal life and was given the opportunity to pursue post-secondary training. All in all, she doesn't have much to complain about.
Phyllis paints herself as a complete saint who never set a foot wrong. I don't believe it. I find this story to be poorly told, lopsided, self-pitying, and boring. I can't stand Phyllis, even though I never met her.
Skip this one. It isn't worth it.