My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I identify with Domenica's struggles with her mother. Except our shared drug is food. My mother has a practical nature. The only period I remember her as a spendthrift existed after the deaths' of my grandparents. Our home had plenty of items but we didn't have animal waste on our floors. ( Neither of us wants pets.) My mom and I would go to eat nearly every day. We always had disposable income to cover our meals. We weren't rich either but we had books in our home, those bought and others borrowed from the public library. Domenica's honesty has illuminated me to myself.
I am grateful I read this book.
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