Just A Dropped Stitch

The reader is treated to a memoir told in interlocking short stories. It's a family photo album where each snapshot tells its own ministory. You can look at, and understand, each picture, but it's not until you've finished flipping through the entire album that you develop an intimate sense of who these characters are, who this family is. You thought you knew them, understood all the subtleties and dynamics, but, change the angle, soften the focus, flip the page there's a different story. Jesse, the narrator, is on a search. She's trying to identify the "dropped stitches" in her own life, to name them, and reknit them into a whole. She has a story to tell, and she isn't sure it's safe to tell it.