Title: Memoir at its Poignant and Lucid Best
Product review: Kathy Dobie takes a tale of a messy and traumatic sexual coming of age and through the alchemy of lyric imagination achieves art with a capital "A." Much American memoir of recent years has tended towards the self-pitying, self-indulgent, self-aggrandizing... ego overwhelming form. Not only does Dobie avoid this trap, she rises to dizzying literary heights. This is a political book without rhetoric, a psychological journey without therapeutic cliche, a journal of sexuality that isn't tawdry, an American memoir that embraces the reader as tenderly as Dobie has her own shattering past.
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