I have never before had a book give me such a skin-crawly, FILTHY feeling before. Yeek. ( )

As someone with parents who are nudging the line between thrifty and hoarder, this memoir caught my attention. Sholl begins her memoir with her mother’s announcement that she has cancer, and wants to sign over her house to her daughter. Sholl is stunned, not only by the news of her mother’s illness, but also at the thought of having to take care of the house, which she has avoided since her last cleaning purge a few years prior. Upon her visit to her mother, Sholl is horrified at the state of the house, writing a page long description of the clutter and the danger to both the inhabitant and the structural integrity. As she writes, she explains some of the research that has been done regarding hoarding and hoarders, and details some of the ways that her mother’s eccentric behavior affected her as a child, including the rocky relationship between her parents and instillation of the fear of snakes at a young age. She describes the relatively normal relationship she had with her father and step-mother, a realtor who helped provide a tidy home and rules for Jessie and her brother, contrasting it with the chaos that soon overwhelmed her mother’s household. And as Sholl goes through her teen and young adult years, her mother’s condition continues to shadow her, even through Jessie’s graduating, meeting her husband, and establishing her own household. An infestation of mites which Sholl, her father, and husband contract after helping her mother at home after her chemo treatments serve as a physical representation of how this behavior affects the entire family.

This book, while personally interesting, may not have a particularly widespread appeal. The memoir does address the common thread of adult children struggling to find and understand a healthy boundary with their parents; this addresses the switched roles of a child attempting to care for a parent. However, though Sholl is a good writer and does an excellent job of chronicling the emotions and confusion she feels when interacting with her mother, it will be of most interest to those who find themselves in a similar situation. ( )

My Mom got this book from a friend or a coworker who felt Mom could gain some inner knowledge about herself by reading it. Mom wasn't a reader. She was a hoarder.

I kept the book at her house, always intending to read it "later".

Mom died unexpectedly in October of 2015. It was horrible and a surprising blessing at the same time. She went down for a nap and never woke up. I knew she suffered from depression but I never realized just how much she actually suffered in life. It wasn't until I started cleaning out the house, with my Dad, that I started to realize.

She saved EVERYTHING! Every anniversary card my Dad ever gave her over 45 years of marriage. Every card she gave him. Every Mother's Day, Father's Day, Christmas, Easter card. Empty boxes. Empty tins.

My Dad lived it in and just didn't realize. I had stopped coming over to the house because I couldn't take the filth. After getting the house cleaned up and beautiful, we can now have friends and family over! It's been amazing!

Dad has said, "I wish [my Mom] could be here to enjoy this." But she just wasn't able to. She suffered so much, mentally, in life.

Adrianne ( )

I gave this four instead of five because parts of it had really confusing flashbacks. By the time she came back to the present I forgot where she'd started. But really, good book. Amazing book. All too familiar. ( )

I wanted to learn about hoarding to research a character I'm writing. In reading Sholl's book I came to understand hoarding in the context of real lives, real humans--even some I know. This is not a clinical book but a memoir. Although Sholl does bring in a few statistics and studies, there aren't many. It's her personal story, told with honesty.

Petrea Burchard
Camelot & Vine ( )