I am fascinated by the stories of those with direct connection to the 9/11 attacks and this account had a very interesting twist in that it incorporated the life of a young sommelier, something of which I know little to nothing about. What drew me into the story was how the author, a college student from a small eastern North Carolina town, was pulled into the world of wine, which ultimately led her to become the manager of the largest wine list in North America: Windows on the World, the restaurant at the top of the World Trade Center, which was no small feat and deserves a book all on its own. That path she took included a few lucky breaks, a primer on what should be called "The Dummies Guide to Following Your Intuition," and an illustration in the manner in which successful Southern families work, i.e., my father's business partner knew a guy who got me an interview... or, my cousin's husband introduced me to... or, my sister's college roommate provided me a place to stay while..., etc. Having grown up in North Carolina, I was very familiar with the process of what used to be called "the good ol' boy network," and seeing it here being utilized to build a dream for this impressive young female student was heartening. I had no idea of the training and education involved in becoming a Master Sommelier, so that alone was fascinating to me. Her accounts of how the wine cellar at WOTW worked, where and how the wine was purchased, stored and served to high profile clientele, the family environment she found at the restaurant (and within the buildings themselves) provided an interesting read.
The book falls somewhat flat during the account of the attacks themselves. I understand it, having had my own experience and connection with 9/11. When I go back to review my journal entries of that time, they are devoid of emotion and often read like sanitized media accounts. I guess that was due to the shock of it. It was not until about 6 years later that I was able to process it and put the memories down in writing, and it was still very difficult to relive. So the author's account reads like that to me — basically a retelling of watching it unfold on television, which so many of us experienced — an account which still seems only halfway emotionally processed.
Nonetheless, her story continues on to the healing she encountered through that same southern family in addition to the new family she had built in New York, with new husband, children, and friends who all shared that life-altering experience. Overall, it is an interesting account that reads like a journal entry... it's not Gabaldon-esque sensual prose, it's not overly dramatic or detailed; it's basically a story told through the eyes of one who experienced it. I enjoyed it through about 82% of the book (I read this on Kindle, so I know exactly where it happened) and I really wish she had just stopped there. The remaining chapters appear to be rehashed blog posts that literally retell the story she just told; entertaining, sometimes hilarious, stories of her various adventures and exploits with her children, which, while funny, don't really have anything to do with the story as advertised; a disorienting, timeline-jumping narrative of her continued education in the wine industry and ultimate separation from said industry (did I really need to see the long, detailed, kiss-off letter to The Court of Master Sommeliers that once again rehashed the entire story just told?); and then the non-sequitur liberal-progressive chapter about Black Lives Matter, which honestly reads more like a pronouncement of her Wokeness in order to protect her two restaurant businesses in the event the rioters come to loot and burn the Tarboro business district; and a random chapter about "My black friend, Veronica." The whole last portion of the book can be distilled down to the author stating: "I'm not a racist! I have lots of black friends!" which to the (literal) communist BLM movement, is the ultimate statement of White Privilege. And honestly, what does any of this have to do with the subject matter anyway? It caused me to bump my review from a 4-star genuine and honest, no frills account of the days leading to and beyond 9/11 to a 3-star WTF? moment at the end.