When you know the author of a book personally, it is hard to separate your impression of the person from the impression of the book. Staci is personally entwined in every story, her life imposed over the lives of her aunts, as she knew them when she was young and as they made their impressions on her. But Staci also managed the delicate balance of memoirist/author, to show herself intimately in the story but also leave space for each aunt to own her own story, and also space for the reader to feel connection to the stories. Seven different aunts is seven different families, and with that variety the reader is likely to find connections. There are more similarities in 20th century working class midwestern women's lives than differences. Poverty, young love, sudden motherhood, fierce sisterhood, distant fathers, overworked mothers and big sisters, hilarious family road trips, hard work, alcoholism, racism and prejudice, these stories are at once so specific and intimate and also general and vast. She has articulated delicate nuances of life, and isn't that why we read?
Staci has done an impressive thing with this book, and I'm glad to have read it. Would recommend for readers who like memoirs, 20th century history and local history, stories about strong women, and stories about how one can "stop the record from skipping" as Staci puts it.