I was not sure I wanted to read this memoir. The story of being raised by a psychotic, violent mother who controlled her husband and legally disinherited her children just seemed to be too dark a story for such a beautiful day. I expected bitterness and anger on the part of Vicki Laveau-Harvie, but instead I got a story that instead was written by a woman who focused on the last few years of her mother’s life. She writes with humor and can look toward the future and seems to have survived quite well. This is a beautifully written story and her ability to craft such a story from a horrid childhood bodes well for more books from this author.