What a wonderful wacky memoir about a unique childhood spent on an ashram in India. When Rachel was a young girl, she was uprooted to a dusty, desolate location in India to live in a compound led by the late Baba, a guru that her parents revered and loved, particularly Rachel's mother Da-nonna. Being the only child in the ashram, Rachel had to attend the only decent school in town, which happened to be a Catholic school called Holy Wounds of Jesus Christ the Savior Convent School. Ostracized by the Indian and American children alike, and subject to the nasty nuns who levelled punishment in the form of ruler whacks to the knuckles, Rachel barely survives her school years. But, with a wicked sense of humor, Rachel makes an effort to understand, fit in, and otherwise tell it as she sees it. And you will enjoy her point of view as she chronicles her adventures in survival and her return to the U.S. You'll laugh, you'll shed a tear or two, and you will learn much about shram communities as you share Rachel's adventures.