I've followed Ahern's writing since her Gluten-Free Girl days and watched her grow into a writer with a clear, lucid, heart-filled, honest voice. I—along with countless others—am a serious fan of the new Shauna, who shares candid, messy, sometimes transcendent moments from her life as a mom, wife, writer, cook, and community member on Vachon Island, WA, along with social commentary from a feminist perspective. Go, Shauna!
So I was shocked when I saw very poor early reviews on Goodreads for this new memoir and I wondered how on earth that could be. (The Washington Posthas since published a very positive review.)
Ok, I've just finished it and I have a theory.
This book...is so brave. The whole first section shares the traumatic pain she experienced through childhood, teen and young adult years. I won't share any spoilers, save to make note of her wording in the introduction, which kind of tipped me off: "...And for my parents, whom I know do love me. I know now they did the best they could." Oh, dear.
I can't imagine how painful it was for her to process and write about this. And to me that—and want of a superb editor, no offense!—may explain why the first section of the book is so awkwardly, frustratingly organized, with lots of inexplicable switching back and forth in time. You know how some books flip time very effectively? This isn't one of them.
But by the time we get past the core traumatic experiences of her early life, she starts to sail as a writer. I found myself savoring her prose, her honesty, and especially her ability to reveal the awe in the everyday for which I and so many others love her.
When I was stuck in the doldrums after the beginning of the book, my dear friend Rebecca said, just keep going, Jo! I would offer the same advice to you. :)