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Book Review – Saving Grace, A Story of Adoption

L.B. Johnson has followed up her first book, The Book of Barkley, with Saving Grace, A Story of Adoption.  This memoir meshes very well with the stories in Barkley, and expands on Mrs. Johnson’s early life as a child of adoption, as well as her journey as the mother of a child that has been adopted by someone else.

Johnson is a consummate storyteller and scene setter.  I swear I could smell the dirt and grass as she described playing in fields and woods as a child.  When she described the sights and smells of the delivery room, it took me back to when I was there for the birth of my own children.  Be prepared to see almost everything discussed in this book in your mind’s eye.

This book covers some pretty heavy subjects, including her own adoption, her decision when it came to her own daughter, and the death of her brother.  Just as with her first book, I found it an easy read, but not a quick one.  I stopped every so often to think about what she was trying to say, as well as my own memories that her writing evoked.

That’s not to say that this is a sad book.  It’s not.  Her story continues to be a celebration of life and her love for it.  There was a lot of humor mixed in with the tears, and Mrs. Johnson was able to blend the two in a very artful, but not overplayed, manner.

While this book deals with a lot of adult concepts, I have already promised Girlie Bear that she can read it now that finals are over.  Most young adults will ‘get’ this book, and probably enjoy it.

I’d recommend Saving Grace to anyone who enjoys a poignant, personal memoir.

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  1. I”m not quite finished with it, but I love it. The descriptions of growing up with her brother filled me with such nostalgia – I wish kids these days would get to grow up in the same manner.


    • Same here. We were forbidden to come in the house in the summer, and it was an awesome way to grow up.


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