Tiffanie Drayton’s memoir of her life in America told through the metaphor (sort-of) of an abusive relationship with a narcissist. Despite this, I found her memoir hopeful, optimistic, & at times very funny. Really paints a picture of being a black girl growing up in New Jersey, Houston, & Orlando during the 90s & early 2000s. Gives negative reviews of where she lived in Houston, her hoity-toity private school in Orlando, living in 2010s New Jersey, & America. Gives positive marks to Trinidad, Tobago, growing up in 90s New Jersey, & having a friend who’ll use their yearlong pass to Universal Orlando to get you and 4 other friends in for free. Part of her optimism is discovering that there’s more places to live in the world than white America, which the Covid years especially vindicated.