Stray

by Stephanie Danler, Alex McKenna (Narrator)

From the author of the best-selling Sweetbitter comes an intimate, searingly honest memoir of growing up the child of addicts, of how that turbulent, often harrowing experience has affected her at every stage of her life, and of how she has struggled to transcend this unwanted legacy.

When Sweetbitter was published to great success, the author knew she should be happy, but she felt incapable of it, emotionally shut down. She knew too that the roots of her inability to feel were deep in her childhood. With some hope of finally facing down her past—of looking clearly at her parents and what she did and did not inherit from them—she returned to California after a decade away, a decade in which she'd honed the practice of apathy. Stray is an account of that remarkable emotional journey.

We meet her mother: a depressed alcoholic, now mentally and physically handicapped by a tragic brain aneurysm and living in squalor; and her father: once a successful businessman, now a constantly relapsing crystal meth addict living in halfway-homes and shelters. And we are with the author as she remembers and relives the most difficult events of the ten years since she'd left "home"—betrayals and infidelities, her own problems with drinking, an affair with a married man whose darkness mirrored her own—and as she discovers the bounds of forgiveness, of her parents, but especially of herself.

Genres: Memoir, Nonfiction, Audiobook, Biography Memoir, Biography, Addiction, Autobiography

9 pages, Audiobook

First published May 19, 2020

About the author

Stephanie Danler is a writer based in Brooklyn, New York. She holds an MFA in creative writing from the New School. Sweetbitter is her debut novel.

Reviews

[Kim · Rating 5 out of 5]

I can’t wait for everyone to read this book. Sweetbitter was a wonderful read, if a little too MFA graduate for me, but Stray is a feat. The writing is clear and beautiful and never condescends. She is careful with her subjects and careless with herself, which is to say she’s incredibly honest with us. Definitely recommend!!

[Jamie · Rating 5 out of 5]

I'm still musing on this, mulling it over and trying to wrap my head around it. Stephanie Danler is not nice to herself in this book. She's harsh on everyone - herself, her parents, the people around her. I spent a lot of this book with my heart in my throat, sad for her past and her seeming inability to realize that she isn't actually living in the present while she tries to move on from her horrible childhood. The things she does feel so reactionary and yet believable. This book is the story of a woman viscerally stripping herself bare for the reader, but then at the end something incredible happened to me: Danler doesn't tie everything up in a bow, but she leaves the reader with so much hope. And in the end, that's all we can ask for: not that everything be perfect, but that we know that everything will be okay.

[Hill · Rating 5 out of 5]

How did she manage to hit my mommy issues, daddy issues, and commitment issues all in 233 pages? Beautiful.

[Kat · Rating 3 out of 5]

This memoir from Stephanie Danler, recounting the trauma and aftermath of a life with two addicted parents, is a well-written, insightful look behind the curtain of her experiences and how it’s impacted who she is today. Her youth to adulthood was marked by instability, the divorce of her parents, both parents using and abusing drugs and alcohol, physical and emotional abuse, shuttling between homes, and dealing with narcissistic behavior from those meant to set the example for her and her younger sister.

The book is divided into three parts, and up until the last part, I felt fairly detached from her story, like I just couldn’t connect to her experiences. Her life in some ways mimicked her parents, overindulging in alcohol, drugs, and general self-destructiveness. She had a long-term affair with a married man, waiting foolishly for him to leave his wife. She had physical relationships with other men on the side. For the most part, her life choices seemed pretty foreign to me. It wasn’t until the final few chapters that I realized that I was struggling with her story because it was touching a nerve - or a lot of them. She wrote:

“We have a gift for suffering silently. No one taught us how to trust the world, or that we could, so we trust no one. We’ve never developed a sense of self.”

She continues:

“What is shocking isn’t that we have lived through the traumas of our lives. The miracle is that we’re still remotely permeable.”

That really resonated with me, as someone still working through the repercussions of her own less than ideal upbringing. I understood exactly why she wanted to build walls, and I understood the vulnerability that comes with tearing them down and letting people in. It’s the moment of understanding that the details of and responses to trauma are as varied as the people experiencing it. This book is an example of someone starting to see, as she said, that being victimized doesn’t mean you have to live as a victim.

I would say if the first two parts of this book are the storms and destruction, the final part is the sun finally peeking through the clouds.

★★★ ½

[Marialyce · Rating 2 out of 5]

I am obviously not the target audience for this memoir. While I found the situation that Ms Danler found herself in as a child of a truly dysfunctional family was horrible, I just could not seem to drum up the empathy factor that should have been there for her.

I felt the writing was flat, unemotional, and dispassionate. It was if the author was viewing her life not really living it.

I do realize that writing a memoir can be a cathartic process for anyone, but the story seem to be impassive and perhaps the ramped up shock value of this story made it difficult to read and assimilate.

So sorry to say, this book was not for me. I do know others have found it a worthwhile read, but unfortunately I was not be counted among them.

[Chelsea · Rating 3 out of 5]

This book was incredibly well written and kept my interest from beginning to end. I expect this will be a huge bestseller when it pubs, and I wouldn't be surprised to see it as a celebrity book club selection. Stephanie Danler has cemented herself as a literary superstar and will have a successful writing career with many books in her future.

THAT SAID.... I just couldn't stand Danler. I've never met her and am willing to believe she might actually be a very nice person, but I can only form an opinion based on who she presents herself as in her memoir - a privileged, braggadocios narcissist who I truly struggled to empathize with. Addiction and broken family dynamics touch so many lives that I just couldn't see the point in feeling sorry for Danler in particular - a rich, gorgeous skinny white woman living out her (sad?) days in a posh Laurel Canyon cottage that once belonged to LITERALLY FLEETWOOD MAC. I could not relate to her jet-setting lifestyle, her piles of cash, her rich friends and their numerous vacation homes in exotic locations. This woman basically failed out of high school - had atrocious grades and test scores - yet still landed a spot at a prestigious university writing program because she was connected to an alumni who lobbied on her behalf. The pages where she'd write about the environmental destruction of certain sites in California were especially puzzling/infuriating. She talks about the fires, the mudslides, the destruction of indigenous lands and water sources, and then...? Nothing? She just goes right back to living in Laurel Canyon and that stuff doesn't really effect her...?

I did not care for her descriptions of her relationship with "The Monster" and never really figured out why he earned that name. Splitting the book up into three sections - "Mother", "Father", and finally "Monster" was odd because I felt that the stuff about her parents was at times gut wrenching and raw, but the final third hardly mentioned this monster man at all. I think maybe she was talking about herself in the end? I guess the whole time I was reading the first two portions I kept thinking "man, this person she's in a relationship must be a REAL piece of work if she's named a full third of the book after him" but then it just fizzled out and ended. The entire book was just descriptions of times when she has felt let down by loved ones, and then in the end "welp, guess I'm pregnant now."

I have gone back and forth with rating this 2 or 3 stars but have settled on 3 because I really do believe the writing is gorgeous. It's the only reason I stuck with it. Danler excels at storytelling, even when the subject matter is frustrating. Some readers are going to absolutely ADORE this book, and that's great. It just wasn't for me.

[Elaina W · Rating 2 out of 5]

I read Sweetbitter and enjoyed some of the sentences and the time in NYC Stephanie depicts.

I was excited to pick up her memoir, but found it flat, tone deaf, and out of touch.

All she does is whine about how hard her life is. Can anyone publish a memoir these days???

[Anna · Rating 1 out of 5]

In a word, insufferable.

I hated the writing and I hated the author. I can understand how writing something like this can be a powerful step in some sort of emotional recovery journey, but why the heck would you put this out there for the public? It was hard to power through close to 250 pages with zero sympathy for the narrator, whose biggest problem in one chapter was that their dad wouldn't drive them to an interview at Kenyon?! 🙄 Imagine thinking that was a problem other people, strangers in the world, would care about.

And then saying your family didn't have money growing up but then rattling off all the designer drugs you did and how you studied abroad in Rome. And also expecting some sort of consolation when your feelings are hurt because the married man you're seeing isn't leaving his wife for you? Grow up.

I would never recommend this book to anyone.

Here are some excerpts from the writing that had me rolling my eyes particularly hard:
"I clean things and they become dirty again"

"A ripe avocado is an optimistic omen in my life, and I have one."

"It comes as no surprise that I see the Monster in the reflection. It was always me."

[Nada Elshabrawy · Rating 3 out of 5]

Great writing style, very engaging. However I thought the story was same old same.

[Wynne • RONAREADS · Rating 3 out of 5]

I met Stephanie Danler a few years ago at the Brooklyn Book Festival, where she sat on a panel with Teddy Wayne (and others) discussing "youth in revolt" or "unlikeable youth" etc. I knew she was speaking and knew I would be there volunteering with Lost Lit/Grumpy Bert and meant to bring my copy of "Sweetbitter," but of course I forgot. I introduced myself and told her I was attending the New School's writing program, herself a graduate from a few years prior. She was gracious and kind, wished me luck and is as startlingly pretty in real life as she is in her author photos.

I bought "Sweetbitter" from the Barnes and Noble at Union Square in the summer of 2016, not realizing that she was a recent graduate of the writing program I was scheduled to attend that fall. It's amazing to think of a time when I didn't know who Stephanie Danler was, since as soon as I arrived at the New School she was an instant celebrity in that community. Not only a best-selling author who had won the incredible lottery of said title, but a graduate from just a couple years ago. We were taking classes from the same teachers, probably sitting in the same classrooms. She wasn't some famous writer from thirty years ago that had struck it big or had taken classes from legendary professors long dead. She was the person we all imagined ourselves to be, who many of us I'm sure, still want to be. Young, beautiful, successful, a regular person who became a big hit, who wrote a television show based on their best-selling novel.

It's interesting then, to read "Stray," Danler's forthcoming memoir that I found on the galley shelf at the bookstore pre-pandemic. Reading about what Danler's life was like when "Sweetbitter" was coming out (that same summer I was reading it on my couch in my studio apartment in Harlem fighting crazy panic attacks and realizing if I could survive and just get to my MFA program I too could be just like her)...well it's a reminder of one of the big lessons my graduate school experience taught me: that success isn't a marker of your life or how your life feels.

Danler's memoir is broken up into three parts, Mother, Father and Monster, and details her life shortly after and during the release of her novel as she struggles with a toxic affair with a man she calls "The Monster," a side-piece relationship with another man, "The Love Interest," all while reckoning with a difficult childhood as the daughter of two substance users. Her mother suffers from a brain aneurysm and survives, so Danler returns to Los Angeles from NYC to care for her.
Danler is an exceptional writer. Her descriptions of California and her observations of herself and others are so keen. She can make the uninteresting seem interesting, invoking the five senses in such a way that made the culinary aspects of "Sweetbitter" soar off the page. I felt propelled through this memoir, despite there being very little movement or action. Danler's wise accolades (that pepper the pages of most memoirs) aren't cliched, for the most part they're touching and relevant, without ego or expectation.

However, the memoir never felt fully formed. Since both her mother and father's substance abuse created so much distance between them and her, there are only a few years that Danler writes about with any clarity and they felt honest but not particularly dynamic. Almost as if we're seeing the events through a screen. My own memories of trauma feel this way sometimes, as if I'm viewing them through a fog. Danler acknowledges that her experiences can't be validated by her parents due to their cognitive issues and her other family member's differing perceptions, in a portion of the book I found extremely moving, despite the fact that it doesn't change the monotony of later chapters that feel the same.
As I read I also felt assured that this will be criticized for being "navel-gazing." I remember being shocked at the same criticism leveled at Cheryl Strayed's memoir in which she details living at home without water or electricity after surviving domestic abuse and losing her mother. So one can assume Danler's memoir of a crappy relationship while living in a cottage in Laurel Canyon after publishing an incredibly successful novel will likely strike some as privileged or whiny. I'm not sure she deserves that criticism, but I did notice the lack of awareness of this potential criticism. Not that a writer should feel forced to personally address criticisms that have yet to be leveled. But it did feel absent of reflection on where she fit in the greater scheme of the World of Pain. Take that for what you will, since the race to determine Whose Pain Is Worse has yet to have any winners.

While the memoir is divided into sections, the interconnectedness of all the players made it so that they bled into every section, making some of the section separation seem unnecessary. I felt the division of chapters by locations served the book more. And the reveal of who the true "monster" was towards the end was interesting and well done, but the endless focus on the man called The Monster was much less compelling. There seemed to be more focus on him than her family, which might be because he was actually in her life for years that neither of her parents were.

But reading about a shitty partner and a shitty relationship isn't new to anyone whose ever lived and Danler didn't have anything to say about it that was new. His portions were the weakest of the memoir. Even when she writes about her best friends intolerance of him I still felt bored, since again, every human alive has dealt with a beloved who gives themselves to someone who can't hope to deserve them in this life or the next.

In fact, my favorite person on the page wasn't Danler's parents or her boyfriends, it was her aunt, a former LA prosecutor whose biting wit and incredible presence shown through in Danler's writing. Their dynamic felt the most fraught, the most energectic, as they interacted. Here is a woman with a vivacious personality that hasn't been dumbed down by substance abuse, but who's reckoning with much of the same trauma that Danler is. She was very present at the beginning of the memoir, but soon she's replaced almost entirely by The Monster and this was such a shame.

All of this can not erase the fact that Danler is an exceptional writer. She's proven capable of taking her talents to television, with similar stellar results. She's a strong observer, like I said, and her ability to pull me through this memoir interested in the outcome and emotionally affected even when it didn't always work, is proof of her talents. It's clear she doesn't see herself as "exceptional," and is comfortable confronting all parts of herself, especially as she moves forward into motherhood. There's much a young writer like me can learn from her work, and I look forward to learning more from her in the future.

[Kasia · Rating 2 out of 5]

Is there anything more tiresome than reading about someone’s tortured affair with an asshole?

[Larcey · Rating 2 out of 5]

The writer had an interesting childhood with both parents being not only eccentric but addicts; her mom with alcohol and her dad almost every drug available. She also seemed to have had some privilege (attending private school, traveling abroad) that made it harder for me to sympathize with her at points. There was too much historical context on Los Angeles landmarks. I got bored with those. The story was all over the place and hard to follow. I couldn't place Eli for a few chapters. I thought maybe he was the 'Love Interest' or the 'Monster'. Even the last couple of pages seemed rushed. Pregnant and done with the married guy but we were just on that kick. This was exhausting. I found myself just ready to be done reading.

[Lauren · Rating 3 out of 5]

Sigh. I’ve been looking forward to this one for awhile but ultimately found it forgettable. Danler is a beautiful writer and lays a lot of personal trauma out for this memoir. However, it seemed all she cared about was delivering tantalizing and ethereal writing and not much about the events or the reading experience. This was really poorly organized and she held back on everything aside from her parents. Which wouldn’t have been an issue if that was the focus, but a lot of the book was about her romantic relationships and career successes. It was supposed to be so raw and real, yet it didn’t feel like we ever met her.

[Mary Cummings · Rating 1 out of 5]

Reading this memoir felt like being a therapist across the couch from a self-absorbed, privileged California girl, who blurts out disheveled thoughts and complaints as they come to her. You try to follow her disorganized rants about how awful her life was growing up vacationing and studying in places like Greece and Rome, and how hard it is to date a married man behind his wife's back. She wants you to know she is the victim of drug-addicted, absent parents, while nursing her own love affair with sedatives.

Thank goodness I am not a therapist, and I never should have bought this book.

[Jenny Wheelbarrow · Rating 2 out of 5]

It was just okay. At time I forgot this was a memoir of living with addicted parents because it seemed a little sensational. I did not care if I finished or not, but I did. She addresses drug related trauma including being kicked out of her home and living with others, but provides only a cursory account of her own addictions to drugs and extramarital sexual encounters. Would loved for her to dive deeper. In the end she finds love and perhaps even peace. Completely forgettable read.

[J Mae · Rating 2 out of 5]

I was a very big fan of Sweetbitter. It was the perfect combination of literary fiction, poetic language and page-turner, reminded me of Eve Babitz (whose collection Black Swans Danler wrote a forward to). The characters felt so real, and I found it utterly absorbing.

Okay-sorry to be down on the new book, but I felt like this was something she wrote in between novels (hoping she'll come out with another novel at some point.) Yes, it's incredibly tragic what she went through with her parents, but so much of the writing was flat, cliched and melodramatic with a "Dear Diary" adolescent quality I couldn't quite get beyond.

I ended up not really caring about anyone, even her. Maybe my caring was mostly hampered by the melodramatic storyline of the married man. It all came across as quite navel-gazing, which I couldn't quite reconcile with the painful material of the parents' stories, and thus I kept trying to give the book a chance out of empathy for her and what she went through.

I never understood what drew her to the married man other than he was a hot asshole, but his character came across as incredibly flat. Why did this storyline have to come into the book? Yes, I got that she was abandoned by her father and felt she could save the married dude like she could the dad. But the book's final simplistic piecing together of these two strains of codependence-what probably to her was intense and deep work done with her therapist- wasn't that interesting to me as a piece of literature. The Love Interest as well (who I'm glad to hear is now her partner) came across as so flat, just a kind hippie dude who keeps telling her reverentially and moonily he can see how much she loves Conflict.

There were some powerful scenes, such as the mother driving her car through the flower shop, but it always came back to a feeling of "me, me, me!" Much felt fragmented...like the chapter with a few paragraphs on the history of the Salton Sea, and other disconnected ruminations on landscape...it was as if she kept trying to connect Southern California to her particular story, but it never connected for me, not in the way Babitz' work does, threading California's landscape into emotional story. It could have taken place anywhere, to be honest.

I think if she would have let the language lead instead of a kind of hasty cobbling together of difficult events, or even written this as a novel, she could have saved herself the regressive creative step that this book represents for me as a reader of her work. And I think given her Instagrammable beauty and her presence there, this book falls in line with that branding. It seems to have arrived with a built-in audience there. To me this is an example of a writer perhaps getting caught up in the glitz of social media and losing her connection to the actual work.

There wasn't much to come away with in terms of feeling moved, or even that as a literary work that it cohered or elevated itself above the sordid details. Sarah Manguso is a writer who comes to mind when taking something quite tragic (her friend's suicide) and elevating it into a work of art. Beyond the disappointment as a work of literature, I'm happy for the author that she finally found peace with her man and children.I do feel she's coasting here and hope she can return to the glory of Sweetbitter at some point.

[Lauren · Rating 5 out of 5]

How many bestselling novelists follow up their debut success with a memoir? I was deeply curious why Stephanie Danler chose to steer away from fiction, but reading Stray, I could see how there would be no detour for her but to write this book. From start to finish, Stephanie Danler’s memoir maintains a firm grip on the reader through her clear eyed narration from the perspective of a child of California, drawn back to the landscape and the people she loves—despite every challenge. She’s an uprooted soul, wrestling with two parents caught in the grip of addictions. This is not a nostalgic or sentimental book. I am drawn to unflinching authors whose flinty stories reveal a bedrock of enormous love and a yearning for connection. Throughout the book, I felt the muscle memory of compulsive reading. Danler plays with archetypes and mythologies surrounding family, class, geography, and American mobility. It’s about the continued need for reconciliation that doesn’t find satisfaction in success. This book is a reckoning with unstable homes. I couldn’t put it down which seems to be a real theme of late. If you’re a parent with limited time, you’re only going to finish the books that won’t let you go. This was one of them.

[Nursebookie · Rating 5 out of 5]

I listened to this memoir through an audiobook narrated by Alex McKenna and it was wonderful. I love memoirs and Stephanie Danler’s account of her past, living through parental failures, addressing issues of mental health, substance abuse, and trauma was truly heartbreaking and immersive. The fragility of our relationships and how it affects many years later, consuming you is a very important topic to address. Danler does it so brilliantly in this fearless memoir I highly recommend.

[Mehrsa · Rating 3 out of 5]

It's my own fault for reading a therapy memoir from a privileged person who is writing to her Iowa workshop about her heartache for deciding to have a relationship with a married man.

[Olive Fellows (abookolive) · Rating 2 out of 5]

I had such high hopes for this one since Sweetbitter knocked my socks off. It's the first novel that I accidentally reread; I sat down to brush up on the details before watching the TV show so that I could make a YouTube video comparing the two, and the book sucked me in a SECOND time and I couldn't put it down until I had reread the whole thing. Powerful stuff there.

This memoir? Not so much.

Click here to hear more of my thoughts over on my Booktube channel, abookolive.

[Brandi | the_reading_bee · Rating 3 out of 5]

Although I did enjoy this, I found it a little disjointed. I'm not sure what the flow of the memoir was supposed to be other than random stories about the author's life which I did find interesting. The audio was well done. I do wish I read her first book, Sweetbriar, first. Maybe it would have given me better context for this book.

[Ree · Rating 2 out of 5]

This book way okay. I found the story pretty self indulgent.

[Barbara · Rating 2 out of 5]

Depressing, repetitive.

[Robyn · Rating 3 out of 5]

I hope that this was a cathartic process for Ms. Danler, and if it was, then it accomplished what it was supposed to. This was anything but entertaining, it was like reading a train wreck and you had problems looking away. The dysfunctional upbringing was pretty bad, mother and father addicted to substances and their own lives.

The writing was good, but as a reader, it is hard to connect with a character that doesn't like themselves and I found that I had only sympathy for her and very little empathy. Thank goodness she has a therapist on a regular basis.

I found it an interesting read and little more.

3 stars

Happy Reading!

[Caroline · Rating 2 out of 5]

I wanted to DNF many times. This memoir is very boring & it’s really just a lot of whining.

[⋆˚°✩*˖ Gohnar23 (•˕ •マ.ᐟ ˚⟡˖ ࣪(inactive) · Rating 5 out of 5]

5️⃣🌟, this is what i mean by gud SAD books

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#️⃣7️⃣1️⃣8️⃣ Read & Reviewed in 2025 🧊🏔️
Date Read: Friday, December 19, 2025 ☃️🌨️
48th read in "Its TIMEEEE!!!!! (to read more books)" December ❄️⛄

You know I'm always complaining about how so many sad books only put sad subjects in it just for the sake of it being said and not for it having any impactful messages, or any developments to occur. The case is different for this one, it has all the messages and commentary that I ever wanted. It is a memoir about growing up that also features many traumatic moments. The realism in here just makes it 10x better as it actually comes from a place of personal experience/memories and is ovreall just — better at depicting these subjects in the first place. Both of her parents are definitely not perfect and even takes some of their problems onto her.

It is incredibly heartbreaking and really sad to read. Very much an emotional read altogether. And is also very insightful! It is pretty much a book on how your past and your past experiences and affect who you are now and can have some changes and impact to things that you may not consciously know of. It is not just a simple story that is like, ok here's the traumatic experiences and then here's the part where she overcomes it, it's more of a journey of her entire life from childhood to adulthood that just makes the entire book more deep and more complex as it is not just focusing on a single aspect of her life, it's the entire thing altogether. (Which is definitely how you write an extremely effective character, and one that people will resonate and connect with). It is very contemplative with its subject matter and well definitely just make you think of all the things that people went through in their lives. Very simple but very impactful. This is what I mean by writing a SAD book that actually has substance 😭, not like Girl in Pieces, Speak or every single John Green book.

Spice Level 🌶️: 1️⃣
Vibe ☘️: Stray Cat
Who'd Like This ❓👥: Ppl who actually wants a well written sad book 😭😭😭

[Eliza Pillsbury · Rating 2 out of 5]

I have adored Danler’s other writing, especially her Substack, but the lack of any real organizing structure made for a frustrating audiobook. It was instructive on the craft level of what does not work for me in memoir.

“Grieving the living feels like regular grieving, until you remember that it ends in regular grieving.”

“We don’t receive the things we want because we deserve them. Most of the time we get them because we are blind and lucky. It’s in the act of having, the daily tending, that we have an opportunity to become deserving. It’s not a place to be reached; it is a contestant betwixt and between.”

[Melissa Stacy · Rating 3 out of 5]

Published in May 2020, Stephanie Danler's second book, "Stray," is a very well-written memoir.

But it reads like eating a cake that didn't cook the full time in the oven.

The 2016 Vogue essay that inspired this memoir is a stronger piece of writing, overall. A lot of that essay found its way directly into this disjointed memoir.

I think that as Danler gets older, more of her own hard-earned self-knowledge and self-awareness might have more time to develop and find its way to the page. I think she wrote this book in a rush, while she was pregnant with her first child, desperate and eager to heal herself before her first baby was born.

But this book reads as catharsis, not healing. Danler spews a lot of her damage out on these pages. Healing, though? No. Healing is not what I found when I read this.

In January 2025, a week after I started reading this book, Danler posted a (quite beautiful) essay on her Substack about the end of her second marriage and the death of her father. Given the content in "Stray," I am not at all surprised that her marriage to the man she refers to here as 'the Love Interest' did not last.

I can read "Stray" and see all of the damage that Danler has yet to get on the page, all the stuff she's still hiding, all those many skeletons still tucked away in her various closets. It's apparent that she still has a lot of emotional work to do for herself, especially by the time I reached the last page.

I know she wanted to make herself all better for her babies. To be the best mother she could be for her children. I understand that urge, and have so much compassion for how hard she pushed herself to get this book finished so fast.

But just spilling the beans on some of our trauma isn't enough to change our behavior, or make us available for intimacy, or heal our shame so much that we're not dumping it on our own children. I wish the act of writing alone were enough to heal. Alas, it is not.

This book is a rather brutal, ugly read. The content is very dark, but it's that half-baked quality that really makes "Stray" so much more difficult to get through.

I'll keep reading Danler's work. I appreciate this book, even if this memoir wasn't a favorite.

Three stars.

[Celine · Rating 5 out of 5]

Nothing is ever simply black and white but people will still refuse to see the gray until you show them.

Stray discusses three things in earnest-Stephanie Danler's mother, her father and her affair with a married man. I could write about how carefully she explores her childhood, as now seen through the eyes of an adult. How addiction affected every aspect of her life and yet she didn't succumb to it, herself. Instead I want to share how much I appreciated her honesty about having an affair.

Affairs are touchy subjects, especially when the people involved don't appear to be begging for forgiveness. Nobody wants to think that the person they're with would be capable of connecting with someone else, of committing the ultimate betrayal. To read about such a case is difficult, yes, but more than that, it's...humanizing. Admitting something that most would keep private cracks herself wide open for all of us. Allows us to inspect her closely to find the parts of us that match. It's no easy feat and she does it near flawlessly.
Nothing in this memoir felt trite, though it had every opportunity to be so. A child forgives their parents? Chooses love after a lifetime of hiding from it? It sounds indulgent but translates as nothing short of remarkable.

[Caroline Tory · Rating 5 out of 5]

“It’s in the act of having, the daily tending, that we have the opportunity to become deserving. It’s not a place to be reached. It is a constant betwixt and between.”

This memoir is full of so many treasures like this one. As a child of privilege and a generally easy, loving family, I thought I might not be able to relate to this book - which reveals Stephanie's traumatic childhood dealing with an alcoholic mother and drug-addicted father. And yet, there were so many pages that I dog-eared and lines that I re-read because she puts words to feelings that so many people have experienced (perhaps just with less trauma). With the same poetic sensibility displayed in her novel and breakout debut "Sweetbitter," Danler has gifted us with a courageous and vital memoir.