Rust by Eliese C.Goldbach

I hope this review finds you and your family safe and well. 
I could write a book here about my emotions right now, but I will simply say I miss my kids and my colleagues!!!

So, on to this review.

I really, really wanted to like this.  "A memoir of steel and grit" is the subtitle.  I expected a kick-butt story about a woman in a male-dominated trade working her tail off to support herself through school.

This was so incredibly hard to follow.  Goldbach bounces between events, without really much of an indication that time or location is changing.  She seems to be OK being a conservative, then goes on a Trump bashing rant.  She's proud to be a union worker, then condemns the industry.  What would be comedic events, such as trying to get a squirrel out of her apartment, are all tied to her mental break--what?  It seemed like Goldbach was grasping at straws to find her a cause for her instability, which, please do not misunderstand me; it certainly it may have felt like to her at the time.  But it comes across as whiny, woe is me, all the world and its creatures are out to get me!  It grated on my nerves.  Girl, get up, dust yourself off, and get back on the horse.  I rolled my eyes more than a few times.  Coupled with the lack of continuity, and I just slogged through. 

A no from me.

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