This was loaned to me by a friend, for reasons I haven't quite discerned. I've never read many memoirs, other than the comic variety. Recent scandals only have strengthened the idea that most memoirists are self-aggrandizing liars.
This really didn't seem that way. The book tells the story of the author's childhood living with a mother with paranoid schizophrenia. She seems to capture the feelings of her childhood; her sense of what is normal compared to her home life, the compartmentalizing of her mother's views from the views of others, the mess, the sibling dynamics. Her mother is a tragic figure, but not larger than life, her youthful self slowly devoured by the disease. The author's childhood is still stunningly normal by most yardsticks, and this is an interesting portrait of the secret life of the American family.