In just under a week I finished my most recent book: Educated by Tara Westover. As Bill Gates said, "Educated is even better than you've heard." He's not wrong.
Westover's memoir recounts her unique upbringing at the hands of paranoid survivalist parents who denounce traditional medical care and government institutions, like that of public education. As the youngest of seven children, Westover provides equal accounts of wonderful, happy moments from her childhood spent in the mountains of Idaho as well as the physical and emotional abuse at the hands of her family members. While she doesn't deny the love her parents had for her, her story questions the manner in which they choose to show it. Encouraged by her older brother, Westover eventually overcomes the absence of a formal education by preparing herself well enough to score a 28 on the ACT and enroll in Brigham Young University. Westover, clearly a gifted student, excelled in academia, eventually earning a PhD from Cambridge University in addition to receiving other prestigious awards. She still doesn't hold a high school diploma.
While her academic accolades are impressive, they are not what I keep thinking about after I put the book down. My mind wanders back to the transformation she encountered when she stepped away from her familiar, secluded childhood and into the vast world of college and beyond. Westover, as we all do at some point in our lives, came to the junction where she was forced to determine whether or not her identity was the young, secluded girl from the mountain sides of Idaho or the educated and independent woman who blossomed and matured once separated from the subordinate and vulnerable role she played within her family. Most of us aren't faced with that drastic of a dichotomy and we often emerge as some blended concoction of our past and newly enlightened present. Westover didn't have that luxury. Her family made her choose. In the end, she didn't choose them.
It is Westover's bravery to recognize the error in her family's ways, despite her fierce love for them, and remove herself from it that speaks to me. It's awe-inspiring, really. It's not always easy when you know better, in any situation, to do better. Westover did that. During a time when we are all rethinking education, Westover's closing paragraph reminds us of its power, "You could call this selfhood many things. Transformation, Metamorphosis. Falsity. Betrayal. I call it an education."