Book Review– Educated: A Memoir by Tara Westover

She had a sociopathic brother,
a flying monkey sister,

a bipolar or borderline father,
and a subversive narcissistic mother.
What’s a girl to do?
Rise up, get educated
and get the hell out of town.

In Educated, Tara Westover shares her inspirational story of surviving narcissistic abuse.

Educated: A Memoir
Author: Tara Westover
Publisher: Random House
Publication Date: February 20, 2018
Length: 337 pages

I highly recommend this book about a girl whose childhood began on a beautiful mountain in a narrow world created by her father’s anti-establishment mindset of fear, insanity, and control and ended when she decided to venture out into the wider world and research the facts for herself. Will she come home? Can she come home? Or will home be more damaging to her spirit than the broader dangerous world her father fears? I will try not to give spoilers, but most of the information in this review was provided by the book’s author in interviews. It’s not the bare facts, but the story itself and how it plays out which is so fascinating. If you’ve ever been gaslighted, scapegoated or lied about by your own family, you will find in Tara Westover a true kindred spirit.

The title of this book might give the impression it’s merely about going to school. While the author’s lack of primary education is offset by her future ability to earn a doctorate at Cambridge, her education about society and the world outside her family is just as important as her rise academically.

You might say Tara Westover’s education started while she was very young. Her life began on an Idaho mountain with survivalist parents. A father who distrusts the government and runs an ever-spreading scrap yard. A mother who is practically coerced by her husband to become a midwife. Born the youngest in a family of seven, her mother must’ve burned out on homeschooling by the time Tara came along because she didn’t get much book learning. Her first level of education included prepping with her family for the time of desolation, dodging her father’s carelessly flung scrap metal while she does child labor in his junkyard and accompanying her mother to home births. Tara’s early survivalist education includes learning how to survive her parents’ ignorant choices and a bullying older brother—all of which are much greater threats than her father’s perceived threats of the government taking over their lives.

Her parents rarely leave the mountain. They are home-birthers, home-schoolers, anti-vaxxers, anti-establishment and anti-medical care. In a nutshell, her father seems nutso—more like a deranged lunatic with a massive stockpile of weapons than a father.

Tara’s mother appears to be her husband’s enabler as she meekly follows suit and rationalizes his unhealthy choices even when they threaten her safety and the health of her children. As a matter of fact, for a woman who will eventually create a lucrative business by claiming to be a healer and designing her own line of essential oils, her mother’s only safety instinct seems to be to protect the family secrets.

As Tara watched the insanity and chaos of her parents’ poor choices, she had one example of life beyond the mountain–an older brother who left home and went to college. He encouraged Tara to do the same. This book is about her quest to get out from under her father’s control—first physically, then emotionally and eventually spiritually. Anyone who has grown up under a narcissistic parent knows it’s not going to be easy. This process didn’t happen overnight.

This is the story of a girl who was thirsty for knowledge, got a sip of real truth and refused to drink the kool-aid any longer. It’s the story about being scapegoated and gaslighted until she questions her sanity. It’s sad, but this book is also about the loss of siblings who would prefer to vote the family line than treat their sister as a friend. It’s also a story of triumph about the girl who escaped the box she was expected to stay in and become the one who got away from all the drama and insanity of her family of origin.

It’s incredible that Tara Westover succeeded in getting a doctorate from Cambridge, but even more amazing is her social education and how she eventually transformed like Pygmalion and was able to self-differentiate from her parents and choose the life she desired for herself.

This book is an exciting read. I read it around the clock within two days. It’s also complicated enough to provoke an intellectual discourse about what it means to be faithful to oneself and how one’s loyalty to family plays out against self-worth and self-knowledge.

This memoir is the fourth book I’ve reviewed about a woman raised in a fundamentalist Mormon family. The first three were all brought up in polygamous households, but Tara’s parents are not polygamists. They keep their family in the local ward despite her father’s concerns about the Illuminati infiltrating the mainstream Mormon church. This family looks Mormon from the outside, but a more sinister agenda lies under the surface. She makes it clear this is NOT a book about Mormons but rather the head-spinning tale of a dysfunctional family. She reminds us that most Mormons send their children to public school and go to the doctor when it seems necessary. The fundamentalist vibes which are all there, under a cloak of self-righteousness, could be manifested within any denomination or cult.

The only thing that made this book uncomfortable for me to read was the descriptions of the terrible injuries this family continually sustained due to the father’s stupidity. I constantly cringed at these stories much like I would while watching a show about life-threatening emergencies. Even worse, her father truly believed all these near death injuries were ordained by his arbitrary version of God. It was all I could do to keep from screaming while I was reading it. Such vivid descriptions were necessary though for the reader to understand what Tara had to endure.

It’s not much of a spoiler to say Tara will eventually go no contact with some of her family members; she has mentioned this in interviews. What is impressive about Tara is that she shows no bitterness. She loves her parents and family but has chosen to separate from them as a boundary for her sanity. Or did they shun her first? As in most narcissistic family survivor stories, it’s hard to tell.

This memoir is a true survival story about surviving a survivalist mindset. This book is the tale of narcissistic, emotional and spiritual abuse and one girl’s victory in becoming herself despite being vilified and gaslighted. My favorite quote from the book sums up Tara’s journey,

I am not the child my father raised,
but he is the father who raised her. 
-Tara Westover

When I went to post my five-star review on Amazon, it was apparent her family got there first. There was a string of one-liner, one-star reviews with comments calling her a liar and embellisher. Even if I had not endured similar gaslighting and been called similar names, I wouldn’t find these reviews credible. Some words were misspelled. Most of them made no critical comments for discussion. They seem to be family members and employees of the family business just trying to discredit her, but the evidence in the elements of Tara’s story refute them. Such reviews only reveal what she was up against to survive mentally. Anyone who has lived through narcissistic abuse and scapegoating knows you can’t make this kind of false family togetherness up.

If you read this memoir and can relate, please consider leaving a positive review. For the sake of the Adult Children of Narcissists community, it’s the least we can do.

Tara’s story is a victory of education, but even more, it’s a triumph of human courage to rise up beyond the mountain—the only home she ever had to find her authentic home within herself. Bravo Tara Westover! You are an amazing survivor! Thank you for documenting your often painful journey so the rest of us can know that although our stories may vary, we are not alone.


  1. Hi Andrea,

    I am not sure Tara realizes the depth of community she might find if she met with others who are ACoNs. I am hoping she is okay after publishing her book because the family is brutal in their accusations against her and it must hurt. In my mind, the only safeguard against such abuse is to have an alternate chosen family for support.

    As for my memoir, I have been working on it steadily and thus fewer blog posts lately. but I was deeply inspired by Tara’s story.

    It’s like all these narcs get a memo with the same exact script on it. The things her family says about her are almost identical to what I read on some of my family’s walls on social media. I had to laugh.

    I hope you are well and living a narc-free existence.

    Peace and freedom!



  2. I must buy the book:) Proud of her for the courage to grow. As we. never do stay stagnant, we either become darker or more full of goodness and love.

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  3. Yes, when you read it, you will see how hard it must’ve been for her. She is an inspiration for anyone else working on a memoir.

    It is always good to see how others have dealt with their dysfunctional families.

    Peace and freedom,



  4. I finished the audiobook, immediately let it start over and listened to it again. It was that good. Her writing is excellent in its bluntness, excruciating in its dispassionate accounts of abuse, and soaring in its triumph over what could have easily killed her. It is a force of nature type book. I am blown away by it.

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  5. Yes, I would’ve been blown away by it too if some of the same crap hadn’t happened to me with my own family.

    It was a great book! I’m glad you read it.

    Peace and freedom to you!



  6. Excellent review. Two days of straight reading to finish this book. For those of us who have been victims of narcissistic abuse by our family of origin, Westover’s book rings true. Must have been an extremely difficult piece to write, but her final decision of no contact with toxic parents, although emotionally distressing, is the only way to go to preserve sanity in the face of physical, emotional and spiritual abuse.

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  7. I can’t wait to read this book . I just ordered today but wait is long they say . I listened to her talk one day and I could see something recognizable in her eyes and voice , she is telling the truth . I need to read in hope there is something , one scintilla, I can take from this book for myself of understanding, at my old age. I doubt it but the joy she triumphed young , fills my heart with joy, it is amazing to me. It will give my heart hope for others . Discovering we must sometimes let go of all that’s toxic immediately, especially if it’s your family , more so ! No one is more important than another and if someone makes your life miserable with more sadness then laughter Run .
    *you can’t reach me by email but only by text or messenger ,

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  8. Hi Christine,

    I loved Tara’s book! I’m glad youa re leaning that you are valuable and we are never too told to experience peace and joy and freedom. I pray yoru life is filled with all of these things!


  9. “It’s like all these narcs get a memo with the same exact script on it. The things her family says about her are almost identical to what I read on some of my family’s walls on social media. I had to laugh.”

    You know what? I just finished reading your memoir, and I feel the same way. And my father was an atheist, yet so many patterns were the same: Isolate your family, take them away from other family and friends and the possibility of growing support networks external to the family, discourage their independence, make them feel small and selfish when they want to be their own selves and make their own choices… I even had the long ratty hair, like you, because my father didn’t believe in me having haircuts, he’d trim my split ends himself every few months and not let me near a hairdresser while it could be prevented (when I got to university and got student allowance, after I left home at 16 – overnight, in secret, with a few people helping me out whose reputations were subsequently besmirched by my family – one they called a “brown-rice hairy legs feminist lesbian” – after that, a haircut could no longer be prevented). …and as a teenager I often dressed like a scarecrow and had no pretty clothes, and certainly no clothes that underlined being a young woman – I was the only girl in my leaving grade who didn’t have a ball dress and couldn’t go to the school formal, even though my father had plenty of money… nail polish, make-up, pretty hair, shaving your legs, dressing nicely were all discouraged… and in my case, working jobs was discouraged while I was in school – that would have allowed me to have financial independence, and connections…

    Same playbook alright… no matter what religion or socioeconomic stratum, the basics are all the same…

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