This was an interesting memoir. The author, a white man, spoke of his experiences growing up in a multiracial household with four adopted children of color and how this impacted him and his siblings.

3.5 stars

Reflections of a white biological son in a family with transracial adopted siblings.

White saviors looking for a warm fuzzy story about saving children, beware. This is not it.

This also isn’t an indictment of adoption, but it is a fascinating perspective.

I always find memoirs interesting. Family memoirs can be tricky because it is one person’s perception/truth and within the same family experiences and memories can vary greatly. Overall I enjoyed the book but had a hard time with how the author referred to his blended family of biological and adopted children from different races as a “failed experiment”. I found the writing style to be uneven. Many of the things I didn’t like about the book other reviewers touched on already. About 25 pages into the book, I realized I worked with Sheryl years ago for a brief period of time. The special license plate was how I figured it out.

Should be filed under “fiction.”

Walking on eggshells.