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I, unlike Pamela, could relate to this woman. Having come from a dysfunctional family myself and knowing how I personally made excuses for my parents, I could understand her reasoning.
There is a lot going on with the family dynamics: the lack of physical affection, the lack of understanding about face recognition (I certainly hadn't heard of it until this book brought it to light) and schizophrenia, the belief that there was something wrong with the author and not her parents (she was conditioned to this thinking from an early age), but still under all the dysfunction, the author felt there was love...as unhealthy as it was. As a child, you just don't know any better and you trust your parents. If you're raised to think this is 'normal' behavior, you do question it as you see how other families relate, but you still make excuses for your family. I was not frustrated with the author for her inability to figure things out quickly. I found her journey to discovery rather fascinating. I wish it hadn't taken her such a long time to open up and talk to others about her inability to recognize them, but with any 'affliction' the owner tends to want to hide it and will often go to great lengths not to give themselves away.
I liked the reader. She gave emotion and developed the characters for me and held me captive to the end. I would read books by this author again and I would listen to books read by the narrator. Overall, I give this book the highest marks. It was not a self pitying account, but rather, it was matter of fact and with enough detail to fully give the listener a good picture of life as it was lived by the three main characters: the author, her mother, and her father.
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Interesting read, though I became quite angry at the parents of this woman, parents who had no idea what was going on with her face-blindness, nor had enough interest in her to find out. Then I became angry at the author, who went about her life trying to deal with her disability and with her parents (I would have walked away long ago), with the age-old coping mechanism of denial. I was impatient with her as she tried to muster the courage to tell people, and judgmental of her and her comfort within contradiction - married to someone yet not living with him. I guess I just could not imagine going through life with people thinking I was being rude in not recognizing them, or that I was aloof and detached, and I probably would have told anyone and everyone right from the start of any relationship or contact. I couldn't identify with this woman's denial, and with the stress of trying to live that way.
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