It's 1987. Madonna is top of the charts. 'The Lost Boys' opens in cinemas. Fingerless gloves are in. It's also the year that I ran away from home and was sent to live with my expat father and Chinese stepmother in Hong Kong. It's the year everything changed, including me.
In the spirit of 'Riding in Cars with Boys', Deborah Rogers gives this remarkable account of a girl on the cusp of womanhood and a father losing himself in a downward spiral of alcoholism. It's a story about a father and daughter struggling to connect, and about finding love and kindness in unexpected places.