Excited to receive Patsy’s memoir, I anticipated a wonderful read. I felt like the adult version of Hansel and Gretel, following the breadcrumb path dropped to show me the way home. This little book would provide the meat and potatoes needed to launch my writing career. Rather than wonderful, it was quick, short, and vague. Just the bare bones with puzzling gaps. The writing seemed factual, mechanical, uninspired. Large type font and printed on single pages, the tome could best be described as a “snoozer”. How could such a vibrant, animated, verbal person seem so one-dimensional on paper? I could see I had some work to do, but first I needed to put the nose to the grindstone and learn what made invigorated memoirs tick. So I best get started. The plot thickens.