Tagged with memoir
Taking Flight: from War Orphan to Star Ballerina
It's Not About Perfect
Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She's "Learned"
Looks Yellow, Tastes Red #8
Dancing Through It
Cup of Water Under My Bed, a
Beyond Belief: The Secret Lives of Women in Extreme Religions
I'm interested in the topic and would probably read a full-length work on most of the authors' lives in extreme religions, but the short essay doesn't work. The cover is pretty, and a lot of the writing is good. And there are some good quotes. I like how Naomi J. Williams characterizes her parents' disgust with "church-hoppers," as "ecclesiastically promiscuous."
Relish: My Life in the Kitchen
I'm not much of a foodie, but I do love graphic memoirs, so I was happy to receive Knisley's book from my homie C-Dog as a solstice (or whatever) gift. I found myself envying how Knisley's love of food and cooking shored up her relationships with parents and friends. As you may know, I also have a soft spot for anything period related, so I loved this passage:
A woman's body craved protein and iron.
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I grew into my mother's cravings - the demands of my inherited body chemistry.
< copyrighted image where Lucy says, "Once a month I need spinach." and "Like a were-rabbit." >
Unbearable Lightness: a Story of Loss and Gain
If you want to know what it's like inside an eating disorder, this is your chance. It's hardcore, but reading it, you understand how it happens. At least I could see it.
De Rossi (not remotely her real/given name) is a serious overachiever from childhood, the kind of kid who goes undefeated in classroom times tables challenges for years because she's drilled them so hard, even though she's not especially adept at math.
Also, I was scared of lesbians. In fact, I would cross the street if I saw one coming toward me. One time I didn't cross the street and I ended up sleeping with a lesbian because I felt sorry for her.