Language does this to our memories--simplifies, solidifies, codifies, mummifies. An oft-told story is like a photograph in a family album; eventually, it replaces the moment it was meant to capture. 
 Here, we follow Rosemary Cooke as she peels back the layers of her life, trying to make sense of it all. It's hard to say much about the heart of this book without giving too much away, but it's a story about family, loyalty, and how easily our memories can both define us and betray us. 
 As the past was revealed, some parts of the story snapped into place while for others I thought, how the hell is she going to pull all this together? But, she does, and beautifully. At the end, I found myself wishing I'd had a physical copy of the book in hand so I could hug it. (I might have hugged the 3M app on my phone. Not the same.) 
 This one goes on the favorites list for me. <3