It was a real pleasure to read a memoir by a well-known person with well-known relatives and a stunningly dramatic life written with such restraint. She began learning to be a songwriter as soon as she graduated from high school when she went on the road with her father, so words have been her stock in trade for many years.
She bravely brings us to the indescribable world of the artist and its intersection with the world we all inhabited during our shared lifetimes. So we hear about her struggles to find her voice as songwriter and singer, as well as her life as a wife, mother, daughter, and Bruce Springsteen fan. Sometimes she hits a false note: reprinting the eulogies of beloved stepmother, June Carter, her father, and her mother was disconcerting.
In the last year of his life, her father's diabetes was giving him serious problems with his feet. Rosanne was concerned about him being depressed if one of his toes had to be amputated. She asked him if he was anxious about it, and he replied, "Nah, the one they want to take off is my least favorite toe."