On the outside, Evie is living a charmed life. Her family is wealthy, her father is devoted to her, and she is excelling at school. On the inside, however, Evie is keeping secrets; her father is narcissistic to the point of abuse, and her mother is becoming increasingly paranoid and violent.
After calling out her father for years of neglect, he responds by kicking her out of the no money, no help, just gone. Taken in by a kindly grandmother, Evie is introduced to the other side of her heritage, and begins a racial, cultural, and sexual awakening that will leave her transformed...
I don’t read a lot of memoirs so I didn’t know what to expect from Evie.
What I found turned out to be a raw, honest, heartbreaking piece of identity from a woman who took myriad, messy pieces life handed to her, weaving them into a tapestry of strength and self love.
Though it’s a tough read in parts (as most personal stories are), it was well worth the read. My social worker heart was fluttering from beginning to end, thanks to the books volley from domestic violence to racism to self-discovery.
Geneva Lemon has a clear cut and succinct way of writing the most horrible and most beautiful moments, turning pain and loss into art.
I’m honestly surprised that the book, itself, was so short as there is quite a full life tucked into its pages.
I live my life, personally and professionally, listening to the hardest parts of people’s stories. There is something healing for both the teller and the listener, when the tough stuff is shared. This book was no different and I’m grateful for that.
I struggled to figure out whether or not this is *actually* an autobiography. If it is a work of fiction then I found the title a little confusing and misleading. If it is, indeed, autobiographical, then I found it a bit too much of a short read. The book touches on a variety of themes including racism, domestic abuse and mental health. I think, because the book is so short, that there’s a lot we are not told which leaves the story feeling disjointed in places and lacking in depth. As an autobiography, if the writing process has been cathartic for the author then clearly that’s a job worth doing and I don’t doubt that many will relate, I just would have liked to see a bit more.
I thought this book was good, and told the girl's life story in a realistic way. It was sad to see the abuse she was receiving from her mother as well as her father, and must have been hard growing up under that cloud of mental illness.