Truth be told, I have never really been a fan of memoirs and autobiographies. But the title of this book was so intriguing I had to take a peek. Thanks to Booksneeze for the complimentary copy. The book speaks volumes in the title itself. It is really all about the life of Ian, the author, as much as he can remember it, thus being called a memoir. And with as much truth as a creative writer would allow it, thus it being ‘of sorts’.
Ian tells of his childhood being with an alcoholic father. How he dealt with it at every stage in his life right till after his father’s death. He relates how alcohol affected not only his lack of having a father but his life directly. And at the end of it all why his father was who he was. He tells us about his mum. What kind of mother she was. And what kind of grandmother she turned out to be. He tells us about the nanny he had. How she looked and how she acted. And the role she played in his life throughout the years. He writes some bits about his siblings, his model sister and his brothers.
I cried and laughed; I nodded my head in agreement and felt realization in my heart and so much of what Ian wrote. I love the simplicity of the words he has used. The short sentences and the amount of truth it still weighed. It is a book I would treasure and recommend to anyone. It is a book I would keep for my kids to read.
