“Don’t let it happen to you, Betty. Don’t ever be afraid to be yourself. You don’t wanna live so long only to realize, you ain’t lived at all.”
Betty. Oh, Betty. From the first review I’ve read I knew this was the book for me. That I wanted to buy it. That I wanted to read it. Sometimes it’s just simple like that. When you feel it, you feel it. There is no escape, cause it just keeps haunting you.
This book broke me to pieces. I had to make pauses while reading. I was upset. I was enraged. I was sad. My mind turned on all of the red lights. But damn, I loved it. I loved the characters (most of them). I loved the way the relationships were presented. The layers of the story. The lessions. About love. About respect. About growing up being different. About nature and Cherokee heritage. And about being a woman. Woman in 1960’s.
“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴, 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺? 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦.”
This book is heavy. It has a ton of trigger warnings. Whenever you think its done with bad things it hits you again. Right in the gut. It deals with rape, bigotry, racism and mental illness. Its partially autobiographical and it only adds to already so much weight. But it has so much love inside. So much it spills out of the pages. Im never gonna forget this book. Ever.
“𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯, 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥’𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.”
My GR rating: 5 stars