The subtitle of this book is: The Shaping of a Writer’s Life
I put this book on hold at my library back in September when Janet Reid wrote this post about it. Not so much because of the review, which she steals from Shelf Awareness, but because Janet is always hip to the coolest books. Also, I really like the author’s name. I know that’s weird, but sometimes I read books because of cool author names. My library had it on order, but it took a while to get it. Anyway, I’m really glad that I did put it on hold because it is a terrific read and I undoubtedly would’ve forgotten about it by now as I’m sort of overrun (in a good way) with books.
Skloot is the same age as my mother, so he’s of a different generation, but not one that’s so far removed that I can’t relate. I especially love all the bits about baseball and the Brooklyn Dodgers. It’s an interesting collection of essays, linked by the common theme of memory. It’s sometimes painful, often illuminating, definitely worth checking out if you like memoir.