Anne Hull writes about growing up in rural Central Florida in the 1960s amid the orange groves her father’s family had worked for generations, and at a time Disney World was still taking shape on the horizon. The memoir is at once a vivid, heart-rending evocation of a particular time and place that no longer exist and an engaging and poignant story with universal appeal about a childhood filled with tomboy adventures, imperfect parents dealing with their own struggles, and a search for self. After a couple of attempts at college and a brief stint as a traveling sales rep for Revlon, Hull found her way to the St. Petersburg Times and then to a distinguished 17-year-run as a staff writer at the Washington Post--though she stops short of writing about her impressive journalism career, demonstrating in this slim work a knack for keeping the story tight and compelling.