Picked up The Middle Child Diaries thinking it’d be a light, relatable read.

Instead it felt like someone went through my childhood photo albums and added footnotes.

I laughed. I winced. I had a brief moment of “oh… so that’s why I’m like this.”

It’s that specific kind of humor where you’re laughing, but also realizing you’ve been emotionally self-sufficient since age nine because no one was checking.

Anyway. If you’re a middle child and think you “turned out fine,” this book might explain how — and why that sentence is doing a lot of work.