I wanted to love this book but I didn't. The premise of the plot was intriguing. A woman finds herself in a coma and can't remember what happened. She tells you three things about herself, including "Sometimes I lie". I was hooked, which is what a plot line should do. Unfortunately, the characters and the story didn't live up to their early promise. Every one of the characters was unlikable, except perhaps the grandmother who was already dead when the story began. I find it difficult to read books where there isn't a single relatable character. The other major problem is that the plot requires far too many suspensions of belief. One or two moments in a book that require the reader to abandon logic and common sense are doable. Three or four such moments in every chapter is a bit much.

I love everything about this book. The subjects, the language, the humor, and the tears. Dawn's writing is gritty and relatable and highly entertaining. I adore women who can look at their lives with clear eyes and a sense of humor even in the darkest moments and convey that sense of "me too, I get it, you're not alone" to their readers. Dawn did that to perfection.

It's hard to believe this is a true story but it is. Following along as this mom and her resilient kids rebuild their lives as they build their own home is a fascinating experience. My only criticism and it's a mild one, is the flashback scenes to her marriages sometimes interrupted the flow of the narrative and made it feel choppy. Otherwise, this was an uplifting and highly enjoyable read.