I took several books with me on vacation; I read I Feel Bad About My Neck by Nora Ephron (which I loved – laugh out loud) and The Day I Ate Whatever I Wanted by Elizabeth Berg, both collections of essays for Women Forced To Acknowledge That They’re Getting Older. That’s me. I loved both books – laughed AND cried, and identified with a lot of what I read, including some things that I just anticipate understanding in the next twenty years. Some of my blog buddies ought to read these books. You know who you are.
I read Janet Evanovich’s latest Stephanie Plum novel, and they always make me laugh out loud. They’re good, predictable and easy to digest – sort of like a 3 Musketeers bar. Yum.
By far, the most moving book I read was Beautiful Boy by David Sheff. The story of his son, Nic, and the challenges of parenting through Nic’s drug addiction, this work profoundly impacted me on several levels. Sheff did an outstanding job of relating the heartache and devastation of loving through intense pain; the descriptions of the worst of their times together were gut-wrenching. I gained great insight into the pain of hidden within the families of addicts. I pray that my ability to be more empathetic will grow because of what I experienced as I journeyed through this book.
I highly recommend Beautiful Boy. Your time will not be ill-spent.