By Lynn Grubb
Had I not known beforehand, I would have never guessed this
was a book about adoption. Author Paige Adams Strickland describes a very funny, quirky, interesting
family that reads more like a biography than a typical adoption reunion book. Paige’s memoir is an everyday story of life
growing up in the 60s, 70s and 80’s. It made me laugh and it made me cry, but
most of all it draws the reader into her life growing up adopted.
Paige was raised in the suburbs of Cincinnati, Ohio -- an
hour away from where I grew up in Dayton. Paige grew up in a very similar way as I did and many times, I felt as if I was reading about my own feelings from a journal. I could identify with her vivid descriptions
of popping Jiffy Pop popcorn and watching Lawrence Welk with her grandma
Frances and playing card games like Fish and Old Maid.
I was smitten with the beautiful descriptions of Paige’s grandmothers -- wanting to crawl right into the book and experience those two amazing ladies. I felt like I went along as a passenger on Paige’s annual family vacation to Florida to lounge on the raft she shared with her dad. It was easy to get drawn into Paige’s book into another time and place.
I was smitten with the beautiful descriptions of Paige’s grandmothers -- wanting to crawl right into the book and experience those two amazing ladies. I felt like I went along as a passenger on Paige’s annual family vacation to Florida to lounge on the raft she shared with her dad. It was easy to get drawn into Paige’s book into another time and place.