Smith’s parents, however, clung to their faith her father still blessed her each morning with a holy relic to keep her safe. If only she could understand how space, time, light, and movement were linked in the fourth dimension, she believed, Roy would come back to her. Smith’s parents were staunch Catholics not to believe in the existence of God, she writes, would have been like not believing in “oatmeal, or motorcars, or the laws of gravity.” With her brother’s death, Alison’s faith suddenly vanished, to be replaced by study and reading. Her struggle to come to terms with this loss and find her way again is recounted here with a clear eye and astonishing frankness. In 1984, when the author was only 15, her 18-year-old brother Roy was burned to death in an automobile crash. An impressive debut memoir of grief and growing up.
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