Stars: 3 of 5
I’ve always been a fan of those stories where it seems like everything has to go wrong before it can go right. As fiction, it’s incredibly entertaining. As a memoir, it be a little somber. McGaha’s story is ultimately entertaining and I was rooting for everything to work out the whole time but knowing that the financial downfall that sets the stage was real made me worry like only nonfiction can.
McGaha tells a beautful story of persistence. Things aren’t working out and they aren’t getting better and they don’t look like they may ever get better, but what is better anyway? It’s not even so much a story about letting go or holding on or even changing directions. She follows her new and affordable interests to a place she never thought she’d go and finds out some things about herself and her family along the way.
I loved reading it and discovering along with her that there are forgotten arts to the way people used to live. I definitely found myself wondering if I could ever make my own cheese and whether it would be a worthwhile endeavor to try. Why not? Well, all the things that normally get in the way of these kinds of curiosities. There are so many things I want to do when I manage to escape the trap I’ve laid for myself and McGaha honestly gives me hope about them all.
This is a great memoir for anyone wondering what it would be like to find a new direction down the path back to the basics.