I attended middle and high school with the author -and my mother carpooled with her mother and I had no idea the struggles and heartbreak she went through. But why would I or any of her close friends? She kept it hidden out of survival mode. This memoir is heartbreaking and eye-opening. Her story of pain and emotional and sometimes physical abuse is dreadful, but her resilience to overcoming her childhood is a story of strength. That she found her religion as a source also of healing is encouraging to others who are searching for faith in these difficult times, and is a small ray of hope. This book is beautifully written and some of her memories may resonate with others facing a difficult childhood, but what I love is that she is still here to share it with us all.