I first read this book when I was 11. Back during my worst flare when I was home bound and tormented. I honestly don’t remember much from that time, whether from the inflammation of my brain causing memory loss, or memory repression from the trauma, I’m not sure.

But I know that I read this book, and that it really resonated with me then. I came out of those months feeling a strong connection to St. Therese that has persisted even now. I reread the book to try to gain back some of what I’ve lost with the blank slate where those memories should be.

It was a good novel. I’m not sure how to review it, honestly, being that it is both nonfiction and written for young children. I haven’t read A Story of a Soul, but I’d like to. Maybe I’ll return to this review after that.

Definitely recommend this book. It means a lot to me.