Just finished The Middle Place, by Kelly Corrigan. It's been a while since a memoir really grabbed me, but this one did. Her story is partly about the dual battles with cancer that she and her father fought, but more about that "middle place" many of us find ourselves in at this stage of adulthood -- both a daughter and a mother at the same time. One could say it's about discovering that we are the grown-ups now.
It's particularly affecting to me because of the number of peers I have dealing with cancer now, and because Corrigan and I became mothers in exactly the same year. But Corrigan's humor and ability to capture some of the realities of growing up when we did in the 80's is wonderful. Anybody remember the status of Guess jeans in high school?
There's a tricky balance between the utterly honest confessional voice that we associate with Anne Lamott and pure self-absorption that gets whiny and irritating. I couldn't finish Eat, Pray Love because I felt like Elizabeth Gilbert couldn't get over herself. Corrigan, maybe because she is so consumed with love for her family, made me care much more about her emotional journey. Take and read, my friends!