9/11 did many things to many people, but the pressures droveLaura truly mad. "Adopted Reality" is a memoir of mental illness from LauraDennis as the former professional dancer shares her experiences and herpsychotic episode where the thought she was responsible for the attacks as anIlluminati spy. A story of trying to come back to earth after a break down, "AdoptedReality" is a must for memoir and mental health collections, highlyrecommended. - James A. Cox, Editor-in-Chief, Midwest Book Review
A Memoir Writer's Journey
With raw honesty and thoughtful reflection, Laura Dennis crafts a stunning psychological thriller in her true-life memoir, Adopted Reality. She weaves in three major life events--adoption, reunion with her birth mother and a bipolar episode following the 9/11 terror attacks where her beloved Uncle Tom died in the Twin Towers and she believes she was responsible for his death. I was hooked from the first sentence, "I've successfully infiltrated the Illuminati's West Coast Cell." - Kathy Pooler, A Memoir Writer's Journey
Kirkus Reviews: The author adds a sense of ongoing drama by often ending chapters with a single, searing line that hints at what's to come: "And then, whether or not I truly am, convince a judge that I'm sane."
Author Laura Dennis' memoir, Adopted Reality tells the story of how expectations of personal perfection inevitably lead to sorrow and failure. It's a universal story of our flawed humanness. ... Anyone who is adopted, a dancer or bipolar and anyone who knows and loves such a person will appreciate Adopted Reality for its honesty, drama and ultimately the peace Dennis finds with her adopted reality. - Monica Lee, The Percussionist's Wife
From the Author
Summoning my most laidback tone, Itold her how just a couple of weeks ago I'd reunited with my birth mother,spending a week with her in NYC taking dance classes, eating at fancyrestaurants and relating our life stories. At the end of the week, my mom cameinto the city, I explained.
"That's your real mom, right, theone who raised you," she interrupted.
Yes, I told her, my mom came intothe city and the three of us had a 'My Two Mom Night.' When the two first met, theyhugged and thanked each other for the gift they'd received--Kathy thankedMarilyn for raising me, Marilyn thanked Kathy for allowing her to become a mom.
This bossy, stage mom and danceteacher said with tears in her eyes, "That is an amazing story. You've hardlytold me anything and I want to do is go back in the bathroom stall and have agood cry."
As I awkwardly explained I had toget back to my dancers to prep them for the next piece, and left the restroom, Irealized that this story of my adoption and reunion was interesting, and notjust to me. I thought wistfully, wouldn't it be cool to write a book about theexperience? What I didn't know--couldn't know, was the April 2001 trip to NewYork City with my birth mom had set in motion a series of events that would injust six months lead to a manic break with reality.