I had a request to share my top memoire picks. So instead of replying to requester, I thought I would share with all. So, here it goes . . .
Favorite memoires:
5. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
4. Girl Meets God by Lauren F. Winner
3. The Glass Castle by Jeanette Walls
2. Name All the Animals by Alison Smith
1. The Tender Bar by J. R. Moehringer
Happy reading! You won’t be disappointed!
I rode the university elevator to the third floor, finding my way to that little spot – a group of eight well-worn chairs arranged in a square with a table in the center. I made myself comfortable, removing my brand new black trench coat that I had just wiped coffee from. (It always rains on days that I am juggling coffee, an umbrella, my work tote and a lunch bag. It was bound to happen.)
I took my time opening my current read – Slow Moon. I had once thought it was a decent, worthwhile read, but have since changed my mind. As I have gotten further in the book, I am realizing that [for me] it’s like walking through quicksand. It feels forced, unrealistic. Something I have grown to wish that I could just get through. I’m not one to put down a book in the middle; to not find my way to the end. But when I came to one particularly graphic and unnecessary part of the book, all bets were off. My morning coffee buzz was shaken. My stomach flipped. I felt angry and flushed.
It was a part of the book where a boy decides to kill a dog. It wasn’t just that he killed a dog, put it out of it’s misery. It’s more that the author decided to describe the exact event, how it looked, sounded . . . . oh my gosh! I can’t even think about it again. It made me so mad. And with that, I was done with this book. I’m probably just a few chapters from the end, but I don’t care who dunnit or if the main character was pregnant or not. I just don’t care.
Not feeling too great, I made my way to my first class. My student asks me how old I am. I tell her (clearing throat) early thirties. She responds in awe, “What? Really? That’s it? I thought you were like. . . . 36!!”
Great. Great. First I have a bad reading experience and now I look much, much older than I am. Not cool.
After class I made an appointment for a facial and bought another book at the 50 % off table in the University bookstore. Hope it doesn’t read like a half off book. I haven’t been the best judge of books lately. Anyhow, I think I deserve some much needed facial and literary therapy.
