Amy Haimerl and her husband couldn't afford Brooklyn so they bought a "fixer-upper" in Detroit. And by fixing it up, I mean something fairly close to a gut rehab. The house had no utilities when they purchased it because everything had pretty much been ripped out of it.
I was hoping this book would be as good as the other recent Detroit stories including "Once in a a great city" and "Detroit: an American autopsy." This book, however, spends more time talking about the authors upbringing, her relationship with her husband, and how she doesn't want to be a "gentrifier" but realizes that she can't help but be. I didn't get a lot of valuable insights, even about the rehabbing of the house. Amy and her husband seemed to contract every aspect of the rehab including painting so no great stories of the struggles of being handy. Overall, if you want to read something about Detroit, find a different title. If you want a millennial memoir, maybe this is for you.
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