I'm not a Rachael/Steak fan.
Now hear me out. I'm not saying I'm a hater. What I mean is, during Tumblr's heyday, she operated on a different corner of the internet than the one I was frequenting. But she still made it in to my orbit sometimes. I found her interesting enough to scroll through her feed sometimes. But I'm not a member of her core audience, not the one that grew up with her.
Something piqued my curiosity when a post about her book showed up on my Instagram explore page. I followed the link on her profile like she instructed and noticed there was a sample of the ebook available for free. So on a particularly boring evening, I figured I'd give it a read. I immediately devoured the 30 minute sample, and without hesitation, took out my credit card and purchased the full version.
I read all 400 pages in one day.
Let me make something clear: this is not the hastily compiled blatherings of an Instagram influencer written at the behest of a fat advance from a publisher and a strict deadline. I'm embarrassed to say I've wasted my time on a few of those.
For one, it was completely self published. And the writing reflects the painstaking work of an author who was fully invested in telling her story thoughtfully. Finley is an incredible storyteller. And the writing is both stylistically sophisticated and easy flowing. I'd venture to stay Harestead, the editor, didn't spare any efforts in her tight editing throughout these chapters.
Forgive the cliche, but I laughed and cried reading this. Finley's stories are insane but believable. The characters in her memories are dynamic and complex. In some of the more harrowing, painful moments, Finley tells her story with neither the saccharine sweet fake truisms of someone stubbornly committed to forgiveness, but strays far from making herself to be a perpetual victim. She takes responsibility. She gives grace. She takes a few moments to laugh at the absurdity of it all.
I feel this book in my heart. Despite living a very different life than its author's, I feel like I learned a lot from her. Like that I could change the course of someone's life by just offering them a couch to sleep on when they need it. Or that a kind smile from a stranger in a sea of hostility will let someone know they're safe. That the antidote to life is to just keep living.
In the spirit of fairness I will say there are some minor continuity/timeline issues, and a few errors in the Kindle version (something went wrong with black bars). For example, she mentioned breaking up with a certain boyfriend but in terms of timing, she had been with a completely different boyfriend the chapter before, and you never read that name ever again. It's fine though — these are the kinds of things you forgive when you're reading something that is real, authentic, vulnerable, and not manufactured and tied together with a bow.
There were times in this book when I wanted to be Rachael's mom. Other times I wanted to be her daughter. Other times, her friend. I started this review saying I'm not a fan. And I'm still not (you'll see why "fan" is a tricky word for her if you read the memoir). But I am someone who's learned a lot from Rachael, even though no one ever told her anything.