Tiffany Fletcher lives in my neighborhood, and on the outside she just seems like the perfect Mormon woman: mother of 5, home-schooling, head of the children's organization at church, etc. This book just goes to show that you can never judge someone simply by their outward appearance.
The book begins at her mother's funeral, and flashes back and forth between Tiffany's memories of her past and confronting the reality of her mother's death. I was grateful for this - the memories were sad, sometimes frightening, and always emotionally overwhelming. The interludes as she and her siblings prepare for the funeral give readers a chance to catch their breath before plunging into the past once more.
I know that writing this book was cathartic for Tiffany, and the ending is cathartic for the reader as well. She describes how she came to peace with her mother and was able to say goodbye to her, leading my tears of sorrow and empathy to turn to tears of relief and admiration.
I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys memoirs, particularly those that tell of how someone from an unusually difficult family situation was able to overcome their past and attain a well-adjusted life despite their childhood difficulties.