Author: Tara Westover
TW: Verbal and Physical Abuse, Racism, Sexism, Neglect
“My life was narrated for me by others. Their voices were forceful, emphatic, absolute. It had never occurred to me that my voice might be as strong as theirs.”
I liked that throughout the book, Tara was always very honest about where she couldn’t completely rely on her own memory, and used a notes section at the end to go into more detail about where her brothers or other family members had a different recollection to her. This gave the whole book such an authentic feel and as a reader made me truly believe she was interested in telling the truth and not some exaggerated version to try and be memorable.
I’d only heard really good things about this memoir so I really wanted to read it, and am glad to report I was not disappointed! As a reader who had a very different upbringing from Tara, I found myself sometimes forgetting that this was all true and actually happened; moments of disbelief were especially noticeable when anyone injured themselves and the family treated them at home rather than going to a hospital (and this isn’t for minor scrapes, it was major injuries like third-degree burns!)
Having consumed other forms of media about Mormonism such as television shows, what I think is commendable about Westover’s story is that she doesn’t use this book as an opportunity to renounce the Mormon lifestyle and slander the people still living in that community, instead there’s an undertone of criticism aimed at her own family and the microcosm of Mormonism they lived by – though she never overtly criticises them, through her storytelling it’s clear that they were always the main obstacle in the way of anything she wanted to achieve.