An uneven essay collection. Some are mesmerizing; others left me cold. One of my favorite memoirs is “Angela‘s Ashes,” which also details horrific childhood circumstances. The difference, though, is that Frank McCourt used humor to tell his story. With these essays, I felt burdened. I wonder if it‘s intentional? Maybe being dispassionate & detached let her keep her distance in a way that preserved her sanity? In any event, it‘s an exhausting read.