5 out of 5 stars
This memoir is really two stories braided together.
First, the writing. Many blogketeers today have a disregard for proper English. I approached this book with reserve, knowing the author had achieved an audience as a blogger. I was astonished at how cohesive the work is put together and how elegant Rummel-Hudson’s prose is delivered. (”...I was left with the music, and I belately began to understand the soul of the sound world in which I had been living as a tourist for so many years.”)
Next, the story. This is two stories in one: his daughter’s and his own. All parents have part of their own parents in themselves and it was wise (and brave) for the author to so candidly display his parents and his own shortcomings before moving to the next generation - gentle Schuyler, who I dare any reader not to love. He and his wife are tested to provide the best possible schools, medical expertise and nurturing for their extraordinary daughter - while reveling in her uniqueness. In the end, I wanted to get on the floor and play dinosaurs with my own daughter and soak up the spirit of a child in much the way Rummel-Hudson seems to do.