A spirited account of life in the Biden crew by the president’s only sister.
In this depiction of her life with her older brother, Joe, and their two younger siblings, Biden Owens (b. 1945) offers rosy hindsight that comes from a life well lived. The author’s parents consistently stressed the importance of family from an early age, and it becomes clear that this shared value has been the glue and momentum that has kept their lives whole and moving forward, even in the face of heartbreaking loss. Biden Owens points out that comparing the Irish Catholic Biden family to the Kennedys is low-hanging fruit—“in terms of finances and political clout, we were pretty far from Camelot,” she writes, and her mother once said, “Damn it, we were Bidens before we ever heard of the Kennedys”—but it’s hard not to trace the similarities, particularly the tragedies that both families endured. The author takes us through her peripatetic childhood with her family (including a revolving door of welcomed relatives coming in and out), her school years, Joe’s decision to run for the New Castle County Council in 1970, and his equally important decision to hire sister “Val” as his campaign manager. The narrative gallops along at a decent pace, and we see the White House as the finish line. Throughout, Biden Owens pauses to examine various turning points, including that historic county council race and her involvement with the long-gestating Violence Against Women Act, which was signed into law in 1994, “four years after my brother Joe began his offensive” to pass the legislation. Particularly notable is the author’s examination of her faith. A devout Catholic who nonetheless believes in signs and totems, she is clearly a determined woman who exudes the warmth and capabilities her big brother has always known.
A ringing endorsement of the power of a supportive family, especially for those in the public eye.