Jen Courtney-Schlauch

Not to take away from the writing in this book as it was indeed well written, the story felt like a bazaar confession of an abusive relationship all while the author seemed unaware. I kept waiting for her to see the situation but it continued as a love letter to her mother and I was left so confused. Throughout the whole book I read her recounts and found myself puckering my face as if I just smelled sour milk and thinking "now she'll see it" but nope, still just rose colored glasses. I'm not in any way trying to take away from her grief and her desire to express it but this book felt more like a conversation needing to happen in a therapist office.