This is going to be a longer review because, well, I have a lot of opinions about this one. Particularly because the author claims to have the same world views as me (Protestant Christian) and I am always just a bit more critical of Christian authors (not because I’m mean or naturally a critic — quite the opposite actually—, but because I want the person writing to be a good witness to nonbelievers and non Christians).
Here we go. First off, this book lacks any depth. She begins with her upbringing which has about as much hardship and insight on life as an episode of Full House (no offense to Full House. 10 year old me loved that show). She describes an idyllic life in a safe neighborhood where she was only ever surrounded by like minded, kind, faithful people. In essence, a southern utopia of SEC Football loving folks who believe dancing and rock and roll are a part of satans plan to corrupt the youth (she doesn’t say this of course but there was no worship in her church and her Christian school didn’t allow dancing. Footloose anyone? We all know the ending to that story). Lots of “oh my gosh”, #blessed, “y’alls”, and “this one time at youth group” stories.
Then we move to college where she attends a school within 3 hours of her life “crew” because she can’t bear the thought of missing her parents annual “ugly Christmas sweater” party with 60 close friends from home. You know, the real reason for the season (direct quote: we Christmas HARD y’all). She also almost has a mental breakdown her first year because she doesn’t get chosen by her sorority of choice. I really can’t even begin to describe where my mind was going at this point (give you 1 hint: WHO CARES). But fear not, she prays that God finds a way to get her into the “right” sorority and guess what: she rushes the year later and GETS IN! Wow (#blessed). Life is so much better when you get to go to parties with the RIGHT sorority people. I will chill with the sarcasm from here on out, sorry.
This narrative goes on and on detailing every young break up, make up, trip home, school test, and pick up truck ride. Oh, and the Christmas parties. Don’t forget those.
At some point, her boyfriend, Thomas Rhett, makes it big time in the country music world. They have been dating on and off since middle school and had always had a “connection”. He proposes in the “perfect” way with all her family in her hometown, they have a “perfect wedding” and go on a dreamlike honeymoon to Hawaii.
Then they expand their family through adoption. She does describe how difficult the international adoption process was for her and her husband. It was nearly a year long process and sounded like it entailed over a dozen 30+ hour flights to and from Uganda. In the end (we all know this already because of her Instagram), their adoption was successful. I do appreciate that the author reflects on her own privilege and the drastic differences between the community she grew up in and the community that her daughter would have grown up in had she not been adopted by an American family. And she does share that this adoption would not have been possible without a surplus of money, family that was willing to fly to and fro with her, and a body guard and driver she had at her disposal while she was in Uganda. For all the criticism I have for this book, I will always have reverence towards her heart for helping others, particularly those in vulnerable populations. She could do so many other things with her wealth and I 100% love that she chooses this cause.
A big reason for why I feel this book misses the mark is because she doesn’t address the one thing that she claims sparked her interest in writing her autobiography; the tendency for media to paint a “perfect life” and “perfect marriage” of her and her family. She details in her book that there were many times when she had two kids under two and she felt resentful, angry and even hateful towards her husband. She wanted to “set the record straight” in her own words. However, on her social media pages, she isn’t transparent about any of this! She only posts perfect pictures praising her husband’s accomplishments, calling him the greatest father and husband, showing the best of “mom life”. I appreciate that she shares in her book times when she wasn’t happy and even on the verge of depression, but why not share this on those little square boxes that you post to over 2million people? As a wife to a person who also has a very demanding career that takes him away from family often, I felt seen when she was describing how she felt taken advantage of, forgotten, not herself, and an accessory to her husbands life as opposed to the priority. If she wanted to “set the record straight”, she didn’t have to wait to write a book; she could have just posted a picture and wrote it in a caption and reached far more of her following.
All in all, this book gives details of a very privileged life about someone who means well. The book also portrays Christianity as more of a name it and claim it prosperity gospel. If you pray for “good things”, God will provide them for you. This is not biblical and not rooted in truth. God decides what is “good”, we do not. Maybe God needs you to suffer, to fail, to not get what you want in order to glorify Him. When we read books about superficial suffering and people getting everything they pray for, we show a false picture of who God is and what the gospel message means for us (hint: it does not mean that we have a happy comfortable life if we chose to follow Jesus).