One of the requirements for the reading challenge I am doing with my roommates is to read a book by someone younger than me so I was excited to find this book on my shelf. And then I was depressed when I realized that a 17 year old had a book published and I am slogging along with my writing. But that is not the point.
This book was a fun, fast read. There wasn’t much depth to it and many parts of it were repetitive but I can honestly say that I had a very different childhood from Nicolaia.
What impressed me most was her honesty. She wrote openly about not being able to read until she was 7 or so and not being potty trained until she was 5. I, personally, couldn’t imagine writing personal details like that about myself now and I most definitely couldn’t have when I was 17.
She mentions at the end of the book that she wrote most of these stories in middle school and, while that is fine, I wish that she had written some sections after that. There is a complete disconnect between what I read in the book and what her bio at the end says.
I’m glad I read this but I don’t think it will be one that I will recommend at work.