This book was a gift. I know why it was chosen for me, but sadly, I didn't like it. It was not particularly well-written. In fact, I actually found it extremely emotionless. I am sure Melissa Francis is a lovely person, but it didn't come through in her writing. It left me feeling sad and cold. After weeding through a lot of typos, name-dropping and, frankly, boring accounts of her life as a child actor, I wasn't able to relate to the author at all. I, too, was raised by a toxic mother. I fully understand what this does to a child. It's heartbreaking and tragic. My heart goes out to Melissa and her sister, believe me. But she simply doesn't paint a very pretty picture of herself and I don't even think she gets that. While reading, I got the impression that she believes she was "the good one" and that she handled everything the best way she possibly could, but to me, she came off as rather uncaring. I felt that she chose, on certain occasions, to NOT do the right thing because it would have been the more difficult choice. Make no mistake, I am not blaming the author for two deaths discussed in the book, but I am shocked she didn't do more to try to prevent them. I totally get wanting to remove yourself from a situation. Absolutely. But if my sister needed me, nothing (
NOTHING) could keep me from her. I am glad Ms. Francis got her happy ending and her husband and sons seem like such a blessing to her. But I still feel sad.
