pickOne of those titles where the apostrophe is key.
A moving memoir of the author's reconnection with her Eritrean family, after international adoption.
The author points out in the afterword that since she wrote the book, Eritrea's political situation has worsened, making her hope to live in Asmara unlikely: but it's clear this was a life changing experience.
The trouble with the dead is that no one will speak ill of them.
All the research into adoptees tracing their birth parents harps on about the fear of repeated rejection. That's rich. For a start it makes it sound like the rejection is all in the adoptee's head. Which it isn't, it's a fact. My family didn't keep me.
The room is suddenly filled with emotion. We are all thinking the same thing: it could just as easily be me standing here with a limp from a bullet in my hip, and Aster standing in my place.
So unfortunately this year I missed celebrating #blackhistorymonth because I was taking on Stephen King!!!
So i thought I'll go threw some of my books to see what I had read in the past and I remembered this beautiful cover and book.
This woman story is real, raw and recommend all the while staying true too herself and her hair. 🙂📚💞 #blackhistorymonth #blackout
pick🇪🇷 🇪🇷🇪🇷🇪🇷🇪🇷 Oh my heart!! This book was heart-warming and heart-breaking at the same time. My husband and I have talked about one day adopting a child so it was nice to read something that from the point of view of someone who was adopted. This was a powerful story that has left me breathless.
My Fathers' Daughter: A Story of Family and Belonging | 
