Normally I have much to say about an authors point of view, I can be critical so I feel I sound educated, well read, even snotty but I cannot… will not do that with this book. To critique someone’s life, well, it’s not my place to put value judgements on peoples lives, their past. Instead, I am going to talk about what this memoir has evoked in me. It’s the only way I know how to pay respect to such a wonderful, and needed, piece of Human literature. If you haven’t read it yet, stop reading this review right this second and go read it, we’ll talk later!
At times my heart broke and at other times I raged. But all the time I thought one word, possible. So much was becoming possible to me. Becoming new despite a past. Reclaiming ones life as their own. Discovering womanhood and strength. Becoming educated when the only world you’ve ever known says you can’t. Learning to cope while your living life, not before you go and live it. Becoming yourself even though perfection is just not within reach. That our past does not define us, but merely provides additional information to consider. That it’s okay to leave family behind when compatibility just isn’t possible, right now, and to still love them anyway.
Tara Westover has become someone I look up to in my mind as someone who’s possible. Someone who, when my life gets hectic and I am overcome with self-doubt and my inner voice says “You’re still a confused and dramatic little boy”, says instead “You’re not alone, others have overcome greater obstacles than these, keep going, you’re a strong woman!”. A figure in time I can point to off in the distance and say “I’m on my way there”.
I do not know who sent me this book, as I rarely do, but I am so thankful they did. Absolutely life changing.
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