The material of this book could have been made for a “misery memoir”: Walls’ parents were neglectful bordering on abusive and she grew up in extreme poverty, eventually triumphing as a journalist and author despite her background. But when she writes about all of this, she never succumbs to self pity (even though she’d have every right to do so). In fact, her bravely-written, life-affirming story is a joy to read, even during the rough bits.
Get it, if you know what’s good for you.
