I decided to give this a read because I’ve been monitoring some sexual assault scandals that have unfolded recently, mainly involved with religious institutions, and thought this might give me a valuable perspective from the eyes of the abused. It did that. But it also got me thinking about divorced families and the games parents all too often pull, using the kids as pawns in their power plays. It had me pondering relationships within families and drove home how lucky I am to have the close relationship with my siblings that I do.
Those who might be triggered by any number of things that could go on within a dysfunctional family might want to steer clear of this book. For others looking for a different perspective, this can provide it.
The author says at one point in the book that “My mind jumps from one thing to another, seemingly unrelated thing, then back to another. I struggle to follow a constant, steady train of thought. I feel like I have written this memoir the exact same way. I start one idea, go off on a tangent, and end on something completely unrelated.” That’s true, to a degree, but in some ways it felt like it put me in his mind even more when that happened.
In the end, there are also some positive things in the author’s story and some lessons about what the human spirit can endure and adapt to in order to get yourself to a better place. In that regard, the story was inspiring.
**Originally written for "Books and Pals" book blog. May have received a free review copy. **