It's not an easy task to write about abandonment, abuse, and family dysfunction without defaulting to blame, self-pity, and resentment. But Katie Love's newly-published memoir rises well above mundane recitations of psychological and sexual harm with admirable resilience and compassion.
Even stone cold family members and a horrifically cult-y religion couldn't quash the bright light, creativity, and passion that Katie, against all odds, had from a very early age. Whether or not she realized it as a preteen, teen, or young adult, Katie practiced self love every time she trusted her gut and chose herself over the loud voices and manipulation of elders and family members who were too brainwashed into the Jehovah's Witness movement to grasp their own negligence and cruelty.
With courage, creativity, and a few false starts, Katie extricates herself from the unjust and damaging behaviors of the faith in which she was raised and it leads to a brutal shunning from her family. Her honest recounting of her life contains no sugar coating, while managing to spare even a hint of bitterness as she longs for the acceptance of a family that is incapable of giving her the kind of love she very much deserves.
At the core of this well-written and thoughtful story is Katie's heart, which I'm happy to report is very much intact in spite of a severe lack of a nurturing mother figure. Equally as critical is the comic lens through which Katie sees the world. She brilliantly uses humor not to deflect, but to reframe what could have been the tragic story of a girl who had the spirit sucked of her into one that is filled with light and wit and celebration.