David Armand was my Creative Writing professor in college, and I know him in real life. Like many memoirs of troubled lives, this was a hard book to read, but it gave me insight into a world so close to my own in physical location (southern Louisiana), and yet still so distant. It is clear that almost all the adults in his childhood failed him in many ways, yet this is not an angry book at all. It is inspiring to see someone break the cycle of abuse and poverty as Mr. Armand has. But by the end, I was left wanting to know more about Armand as a person. He recounts his childhood in detail, yet the later half of the book is dedicated almost solely to him dealing with his mother. I wanted to read about his marriage and children and how he became a published author and professor, but I suppose this is ultimately less of an autobiography than a memoir of a specific relationship and how it evolves over time. I have dealt with a similar experience of mental illness in my own personal life (to a less severe extent), and this book is unflinching in its depiction of both the depravity and fluidity of familial relationships and how complex they can be. Recommended, especially for local readers.