I feel bad that I didn't enjoy this book, especially because I thought her first memoir was so wonderful, but I really didn't at all. It was a series of random vignettes that meandered around many unrelated topics and read much like a school kid's 'what I did over the summer' essay. It only took two sittings to read, but there were weeks in between the two because I just didn't want to pick it up again. It didn't seem like there was anything to get out of this, although I'm quite glad to hear she's doing well. I feel like a pretty awful person for enjoying her book about her kidnapping and not the book about her adjusting to life, but it's how I felt.

I still recommend reading A Stolen Life because that was powerful, but this just seemed unnecessary.