I was lucky enough to receive a copy of the much-talked-about memoir, The Yellow House, for Christmas (thanks, Pat). I so rarely own a hardback that it was nice to not have to worry about speedily reading it to return it. I feel like everytime I turned around in 2019, this book was written up or talked about and I was glad to have it on my nightstand. I enjoyed it, but not as much as I thought I would based on the hype. The story really is about the house and the family therein, but it left me with so many questions. I wanted to dive deeper into the family members and into what happened post Katrina. I suppose other authors have gotten deep about the devastation, but I expected this one to more than it did. Overall, it was good, but not great for me.