By Charlotte Moore
REVIEWED BY MICHELLE GREEN
A divorced British writer with two autistic sons, Moore has written a memoir driven by her unconditional love for boys known to eat like wolves or “shriek with horror” at the sight of a gift. George, now 16, and Sam, 15, are “deeply handicapped … autistic through and through,” she writes; brother Jake, 7, is not autistic. While Moore addresses theories about brain development and offers advice for others with autistic children, it’s the intimate view of her family life that’s unforgettable. Explaining why she finds George and Sam “funny, interesting and beautiful” as well as maddening, she captures the moments that make her case. Sam describes a storm thus: “It’s a blue rainin’ and a black windy.” Dismantling a hamburger, George hands the limp pickle to her: “Mum, this is my conscience,” he says. Moore’s book is a lesson in keeping one’s heart open, particularly to those who can only be themselves.