by Sandy Kirby Quandt
All the Pretty Things, Edie Wadsworth’s memoir, tells the story of a girl growing up in the Appalachian foothills of Tennessee. Edie tells her story of growing up in poverty where she watched the adults eat as she and her sister went without, as a pre-schooler, she pulled a chair to the stove to fix her dad breakfast, and at 12 years old dragged him out of a bar in a drunken stupor before he got into a fight, and taught herself to drive stick-shift that night as she drove him home.
All the Pretty Things is not an easy go lucky book by any means, but is worth the read.
It is a painfully honest look at one girl’s attempts to make her father love her and be proud of her. Edie never goes into a poor poor pitiful me attitude in telling her story of giving her dad money for food and beer. She doesn’t play the victim.
It isn’t until near the end of the book Edie faces how destructive it was on her as a young child to visit relatives in prison on the weekends, take care of a drunken father, witness violence, and work so hard to seek approval of a man who was not dependable or reliable.
As Edie discovered and shared in her memoir, “… we all have wounds, and we can either open them up to the light of day so they can heal or we can keep them buried, where they will fester and one day wreak havoc on us.”
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Tyndale House Publishers provided me with a complimentary copy of this book for a fair and honest review, which is exactly what I gave.