When I posted in Mailbox Monday that I had received a copy of the audiobook of Pat Conroy’s memoir The Water is Wide, Kathy of Bermuda Onion commented, “I loved The Water is Wide and kind of envy you for getting to experience it for the first time.” Only minutes into listening to the CD,…
Category Archives: Memoir
Between Two Worlds: My Life and Captivity in Iran
I have lived in the United States all my life. Other than a trip to Puerto Rico, I have never left the U.S. mainland. I would like to visit other parts of the world (if I can get over my claustrophobic fear of flying over the ocean), but for now, I rely on books as…
Don’t Sing at the Table
I’ve never read any of Adriana Trigiani’s fiction, but I’ve heard that she writes lovely novels. However, after reading her memoir Don’t Sing at the Table: Life Lessons from My Grandmothers, a sort of tribute to and history of her grandmothers, I feel a kinship with her. Trigiani shares stories of Lucy’s and Viola’s years…
On Reading: Too Much of a Not-so-Good Thing
Last month, I ended up reading several books back to back which featured mentally ill mothers. I think that it was a little bit too much of a not-so-good thing. It started with In This Way I Was Saved (linked to my review). The book was good enough, but I was anticipating more quirky than…
The Slippery Year
Memoirs often chronicle extraordinary lives, with stories of survival through trauma, abusive childhoods, or horrific accidents. While they may make for intense and intriguing reads, these memoirs often offer little with which the average reader can relate. Melanie Gideon’s memoir, The Slippery Year, falls in a different category, though, and I found myself tagging passages…
The Kids Are All Right
Survival through a childhood wracked with grief and loss sure does make for good memoir material, and for some unknown reason, I’m attracted to these types of tales. Released last year, The Kids Are All Right is written in alternating voices of the four Welch siblings, Liz, Diana, Amanda and Dan, and it captures individual…
What I Thought I Knew
Brutally honest. There’s no other way to describe Alice Eve Cohen’s tone in her memoir What I Thought I Knew. In addition, she’s witty, introspective, and emotionally expressive, but everything comes together because of her brutal honesty. In what could be described as the ‘Second Act,’ Cohen realizes that she’s finally happy in all aspects…
Brave Girl Eating
When I was a teen, I was into reading fiction about girls with anorexia, which at that time (mid-80′s) was pretty new. I even thought that I might want to become a psychologist or psychiatrist due to the empathy that was borne in me from reading about the inexplicable struggle that these young girls go…
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