The author pulled no punches in his honest portrayal of the dysfunction that constitutes everyday life behind closed doors. He quite clearly portrayed the pain, denial and eventual acceptance of abuse through the eyes of a child who ultimately grows to manhood. The rescuer in me wanted to scoop up John Dann and his sisters and spirit them away to normalcy, but such an action would’ve thwarted the point and purpose of the book. The author wove this tale of woe with bright points and humor interspersed for comic relief, to illustrate the indomitability of the human spirit and the colossal strength to be gained from ties that bind even the most dysfunctional of families. The story is by turns heartbreaking and heartwarming and well worth the read. I’m still pulling for John Dann, and betting he turned out better than okay.