I am writing the saddest memoir ever…it involves books and, well, not finishing them

It’s been well over a year since I’ve finished a book. I am still hoping for the giant miracle of finishing one book before the year ends. If that happens, I might as well enter the lottery.

Enough about books I haven’t finished. Let’s talk about books I have finished. Admittedly, the list isn’t long, but I am still quite proud of myself of reading approximately 30 books in less than a year. They’re all of varying genres and themes. Coincidentally though, all of the books below are about death. I swear, it was by accident. I’m a person who likes variety. I guess here you could say there’s a variety of different types of deaths here, heh.

Motherless Brooklyn by Jonathan Lethem

A man with Tourette’s is determined to find out who is responsible for the death of his boss and mentor.

Lionel Essrog struggles with Tourette’s, a disorder where he has uncontrollable tics and involuntarily shouts random words and sounds. What a fun thing to have, I know. As a young orphan, he is taken under the wing of Frank Minna, who owns a private eye company. Now a grown adult, Lionel’s world comes crashing down when he witnesses the murder of his boss and mentor during a routine stakeout.

It is obvious from the complex and sometimes hard-to-follow narration that Lionel struggles with his Tourette’s on a daily basis. It has literally taken over his body and soul. Although Lionel has Tourette’s this isn’t a story about a man who has Tourette’s. This is a story about a man who is determined to find out who is responsible for the death of someone close to him.

We Hope You Like This Song by Bree Housley

A woman grieving over the death of her best friend since childhood lives her life as her best friend would.

In her touching and heartfelt memoir, Bree is still grieving over the death of her childhood best friend Shelly, who died years prior from complications from childbirth. In order to cope with her grief, Bree, along with her sister, decided to live their lives as Shelly would. It would be a year-long project where they would do a weekly task and blog about it.

The book focuses both on the past and the present of which she wrote the book, which was roughly the late 2000s. It explores all aspects of her life and leaves no stone unturned. She basically opens her life for everyone to see. Me, I like to hang an opaque shower curtain between me and the world. You are welcome to seeing some things, but not everything.

I am personally fond of memoirs because we get insight into someone else’s life, even if we have no idea who they are. It’s as if you’re in someone’s else head. You see what they see. You feel what they feel. When they want to stab someone with a pen, you want to stab that person with a pen too.

Good Grief by Lolly Winston

After her husband dies of cancer, a woman decides to move from California to Oregon to start a new life.
Sophie Stanton just lost her husband to cancer, but she is not sitting in her bathtub crying her eyes. No, she’s not that type of widow. Instead, she crashes her car into her garage door. Now, that’s my kind of widow.

After what feels like an eternity of sulking and grieving, she decides to move to Oregon to start a new life. SHe does get a new life, but it’s not all smelling of roses. In fact, it smells a little bit like fire.

While it sounds like the book is full of clichés, the truth is it’s a breath of fresh air and humor to an otherwise sensitive subject. We have no time for crying here. OK, maybe a little bit of crying is OK.

3 thoughts on “I am writing the saddest memoir ever…it involves books and, well, not finishing them

  1. I hate book slumps. Every so often I go into a phase where I read nothing. And then the ones where I read EVERYTHING.

    Doesn’t matter how many you read, reading at all is awesome!

  2. I’ve not heard of any of these books but I think I also mentioned not having read a novel in a few years. The last thing I remember actually trying to read was Red Mars by Kim Stanley Robinson and I couldn’t stand it. I’m pretty sure that was three years ago. I have, however, read non-fiction books. But fiction books cannot keep my attention anymore. I guess I have just accepted that I’m not that much into reading anymore. Sigh 😞 But hobbies fade, so fair enough. I read a lot of design and development articles as it is. 😆

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