You know that book everyone is talking about as being really good?
It's really good.
Westover is an exquisitely good writer--literally so good that it hurts--and she understands how to write within the mind of her earlier self while still making observations and speaking to the reader, but without coloring how she would have seen the world then. It's gorgeous, it's agonizing, it's...a hell of a book and I understand why everyone is reading it.
And she's my age, which made the entire reading experience ever so slightly surreal because I could map my timeline onto hers with almost no effort.