Disclaimer: I received a free copy of this book from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. And I never lie about books...

This book was slightly out of my comfort zone to begin with. I don't read a lot of non-fiction, memoirs are something I just started getting interested in last year. But something drew me to this one. Right off the bat, you can tell that she's an academic. There are a lot of ten dollar words and the narrative comes off somewhat stiff. This also appears to affect the emotional draw (or lack thereof) of the narrative. She seems somewhat disconnected. This made it hard for me to become attached to the book. Though there are bright spots where you can tell that she loves her daughter, overall the book just becomes a list of mundane details with no cohesive movement. I hung in there because of the bright spots. And then...it ended. Just like that. It dropped off. No real conclusion, no big epiphany. No description of her immediate feelings at the loss of her child. In fact, the actual loss of her child is really somewhat avoided. She briefly mentions what happened in the beginning of the book and then touches lightly on it again near the end. That's it. And it just ended. No resolution whatsoever. It was like a slap in the face. No reward whatsoever for persevering. Ugh.