Let's get right to the punchline. We find out on pages ix and x that Lizbeth was successful in getting her girls back. And, today, they are adults and are doing fine. You want to know the mark of a good writer? It's making you feel the tension and the uncertainty of a situation when you already know the outcome. And let me tell you that there were definitely moments in Pieces of Me when I wondered what was going to happen next. Did I forget that she got them back? Nope. Did I worry anyway while reading it? Yep.
You all know my obsession with connecting with the at least the protagonist, whether it's a memoir, like this, or a fictional genre. Did I connect with Lizbeth? I must have because I teared up IN THE PROLOGUE! Are you kidding me? But I will also say that there was humor right off the bat. Don't get me wrong. This book is most decidedly not funny. But it helped to break up the drama a little bit. Other than that, though, I had moments of outrage and uttered a "few" mild expletives. There are even some moments when it was all done that hit Lizbeth as if she had been in a war. When you read the book, I think you will feel the same way that I felt. Memoirs can be sketchy and unpredictable. This is one that I think everybody will get wrapped up in. Because of what Lizbeth had to do, and then did, you won't be sorry you read it.
P.P.S. I am using a new computer. Sorry about all the random stuff on the left of the page. I will make sure that doesn't appear next time.