This non-sentimental and non-judgemental yet very personal story has rendered me speechless and yet I am compelled to discuss it with others who have read it. I keep thinking about it. It was gripping, I had to put it down once in awhile, but then I had to pick it up again. It’s best, I think, to not try to describe it, but to let you discover it on your own. I will say that this remarkable true story not only speaks of family, mental illness, survival, resilience, and child development, but also points beyond (as all good memoirs should) to the vital importance of education.
You may not want to watch this until you have read the book: