I’ve put off finishing this book for about four months, but now that we’re in the home stretch of 2019, I need to mark it complete for my reading challenge. Plus, not finishing the chapter about the Obamas leaving the White House doesn’t actually prevent it from happening and letting it be 2016 for the rest of time.
You don’t need me to tell you that this book is excellent. I loved reading about her early life and definitely cried at the laundromat when she wrote about her dad’s passing. It was interesting to see some of the behind the scenes “messes” of her early days on the campaign trail (I definitely don’t remember those, but I wasn’t an Obama early adopter in 2008). She doesn’t lower the veil too much and definitely has more respect for some people than I do (and I guess she knows them personally, so there’s that). I adored her anecdote about meeting Queen Elizabeth and how HM totally sloughed off PROTOCOL.
Anyway, I’ll leave a quote here that really sums up how I felt reading this book in the year in which I read it (p. 415):
Hamilton touched me because it reflected the kind of history I’d lived myself. It told a story about America that allowed the diversity in. I thought about this afterward: So many of us go through life with our stories hidden, feeling ashamed or afraid when our whole truth doesn’t live up to some established ideal. We grow up with messages that tell us that there’s only one way to be American – that if our skin is dark or our hips are wide, if we don’t experience love in a particular way, if we speak another language or come from another country, then we don’t belong. That is, until someone dares to start telling that story differently.