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There were times while reading this that I felt sick to my stomach, it was just too real. Cree LeFavour’s memoir focuses on her relationship with her therapist, with whom she becomes infatuated…to the point of self-inflicting third-degree cigarette burns on herself to continue seeing him…to the point of violating a contract with him to stop. Faced with a choice to get a new therapist or go to a hospital, she chooses to be institutionalized. This is a very intelligent memoir from a very intelligent writer.
One of my favorite characters of the Civil War, "Rebel Yell" goes in depth with the well-respected soldier, feared opponent, loving husband and doting father (something his opponents on the field would not experience)! This is a great book for Civil War nerds.
My favorite memoirs are ones in which I find a lot of myself through the words of someone else. Even when my life doesn’t have much in common with the author in question (and my dad never robbed banks so I can mostly say there's not much overlap here). But Molly Brodak has somehow managed to make a situation that doesn‘t seem to be very relatable…relatable. I want to say it’s beautifully written, but it isn’t really. It’s tragic. And I mean that in the best way possible. It’s poignant, it’s meticulous, it’s fascinating, it’s thought provoking. It's honest. I can’t stop thinking about it. I even folded pages down and made notes in the margins and I NEVER DO THAT!