*Many thanks to Andrew Pierce, WF Howes Ltd, and NetGalley for arc in exchange for my honest review.*
I rarely choose to read authobiographies or memoirs, however, I was tempted this time after watching a short interview with the Author some months ago, in which he discussed his memoir. Much of his early career was not of interest to me, on the other hand, this part gives a solid background regarding his career choice and some skills which he used to track down his birth mother.
Mr Pierce was lucky to have been raised by a family who loved him but it is evident that Margaret's evasiveness hurt him a lot and in many ways. As a reader, I am in no position to judge Margaret, but, just as Mr Pierce, I am perplexed why after five decades she denied him explanation and, at least, some warmth. A lot can be down to her need to protect her family and, most probably, her ability to forget ever having Andrew. It all sounds complicated but the psychological analysis provided by the author sounds plausible to me.
A memoir that takes you back to the times when having a child out of wedlock was a shame, when women were left alone with their pregnancies, and when child care homes were merely buildings designed to keep children and where they more often than not suffered physical and mental abuse.

First of all, I found this autobiography moving although very slow paced. The author is relating his own life story and I was happily listening to the account of his early life with some interest. However, not long into the part of the book when the author reaches adulthood, there is suddenly and without much warning, a vivid account of a male to male sexual encounter. It could be classed as rape but I will not pass judgement on that. Although I was aware that Andrew is gay, i did not expect vivid recollections and feel that there should be a warning on the book description. This is not something I wish to read about or have in my mind. Call me prudish if you like, but I have my own ideas as to what I wish to hear described.