I'm not a memoir reader by any means, but I kept hearing about this book. First on Jezebel's 75 Books Every Woman Should Read list, then while I was reading Stephen King's On Writing last year. It's definitely worth reading. Karr is a talented writer, who can make beautiful prose out of harrowing material - sometimes it can be deadpan, funny, or truly sad. It's always riveting. There's something about this book that makes the reader think about their own upbringing, not necessarily in comparison, but how much do I remember of being seven years old? There are things then that shape us now, and after finishing this (a bit teary-eyed, I admit), I took some time to reflect.