"The title comes from a childhood memory of the author, whose father taught her how to play baseball, which included throwing curveballs. "He once told me that in life, you either learn to throw the curveball, or you have to learn to hit one, or you can't play the game" (2).

She took this lesson to heart and applies this to the curveballs that have come her way throughout her life. "The Lord has thrown a lot of curveballs at me over the years. Some I've seen coming. Some have knocked me off the plate. One actually beamed me. Every now and then, God throws me a meatball, actually when I need it the most" (2). The reader journeys through the her life of trials and triumphs.

The author is a Catholic woman with many talents and interests. You get a sense of what she's really like. This may be one of if not the best autobiographies I've ever read. Her style is easily understandable without being insulting to the reader. Her chapters are short and to the point without being too brief. She neither looks at the world with rose-colored glasses nor with pessimism, but as it is. I've cried each time I've read about her father's avoidable death.

The most significant part of the book is when the author is faced with clients at her law firm who are being swindled by salesmen who claim to have come up with a way to save their farms. Because her father taught her to learn everything about the people who give her trouble in life, she investigates these salesmen instead of urging the farmers to avoid these guys (41). What she discovers is a white supremacist group and this attorney is willing to do what she can to take them down. The outcome though, is not what she expects. Despite this, she finds that God indeed writes in crooked lines."

J. Trachta