I bought this book 3 days ago and found it so well-written and compelling, that I stayed up all night reading it. As soon as I finished reading Call Me Tuesday, I immediately bought her second book, Call Me Cockroach. I finished reading the second one this morning.
I highly recommend both books... unless you are one of those people who had a golden childhood and you cannot imagine any parent, especially a mother, hating her precious little girl and violently abusing her, almost to the point of death. As for me, I do not have any doubts whatsoever about the truth of this story. I had a momster very much like Tuesday's. The details are different, but the pain and the deep psychological wounds are the same.
I am so grateful to the author for writing her memoirs and sharing them with the world, so people like me can know that we aren't the only one... and to show us the way to healing (as much as possible), and to a happy, fulfilling life. I am especially grateful, because I know how hard it is to put this kind of story in writing. I first tried to write a memoir when I was in my early twenties. Today I have a granddaughter in her early twenties, who is a graduate student at Harvard, and I am still trying to write my memoir.