Another memoir about a messed-up childhood! You know, I wonder sometimes why I, and my little sister, read so many of these books. We certainly did not have messed up childhoods. For one thing these memoirs are everywhere: easily accessible, quick to read. But for me, I think the appeal is reading how another person lived their life, and sort of testing it against my own abilities. Could I survive like that? It’s the same reason I like to read books about people who have […]