S. Nelson

vapid, melodramatic

Revisado: 01-17-23

Couldn't finish it as a whole, or almost any chapter. The narration sounds like a Valley Girl robot. I quibbled over whether to review the content; everyone is entitled a judgement-free sober journey, but so many privilege mentions (the country club, my father's boat, my dress from the gala) in the absence of any relevance to the story/ thematic ties seem self indulgent. Anti-climactic moments that promise to explain underlying trauma often feature happy endings (I ended up loving to ski) or trite lessons (my mom told us to clean up the bathroom we trashed). And whomever the best friend, Karen, is, must feel thrown under the bus as if every experiment in rule breaking was her fault. There is even mention of needing a mother's handbook for how to sober up, and yet, more is said about staging the perfect family photo shoot than what actual day to day recovery requires. Wanted to learn about family patterns from this, but the book barely skimmed the surface.

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