I just devoured Schuh's debut work - inhaled it. I was honestly surprised by how much I enjoyed it - fully prepared for a polite, abridged review. But I genuinely found it compelling and well-written.
Debut books, especially when autobiographical, are enormously tricky enterprises and I champion anyone with the will and cajones to even attempt one. Schuh threaded the needle beautifully - personal, vulnerable, perhaps even exhibitionist but without detrimental self-absorption, acridity, or shallowness which usually sinks a memoir.
Schuh has produced a work that is deeply informative without succumbing to the dully academic. She approaches the topic of donor conception, fertility, non-traditional families, and even personal finance with the perfect mixture of both detachment and, conversely, when necessary, personal, emotional reckoning.
The content is inherently compelling and the composition is well balanced and paced. It takes the subjects of identity, mysteries of origin, nature v nurture, and the very notion of how we interrelate with one another head on. This is not simply a reflection, but a journey of discovery that is just as physical as it is emotional and metaphorical. The revelations were stunning, and I would be incredulous if I did not know for a fact they were also true.
What truly sets this work apart is its tone. It is abundantly and unapologetically warm. While there is certainly conflict, mostly internal, it is diffused with love, joie de vivre, and gratitude. Her optimism and humor shine through and having read the work I feel some of that outlook has found itself in my heart.
I applaud Kiara and am grateful to have cultivated relationships with the types of people who are willing to put in the work to contribute to the literary world.