Archive for the ‘Memoir’ category

The Disaster Artist

Deep down, what I love most about this story is that it’s an extraordinary tale of the American Dream. Too many people are caught up on The Room because, ‘Oh man, it’s hilarious guys. These people are so bad at acting. The dialogue makes no sense!’ It’s so much more than that, though. It’s about how a man who seemingly came from nothing managed to not only make millions, but to force his way…

Monkey Mind

There’s a lot of depressing material he sort of glosses over, and the more I think about it, the more impressed I am by his ability to recover from the more disconcerting details of his clearly troubled life and present them to us so brazenly. The opening, in which he first describes losing his virginity…

Here We Are & There We Go

Though I am putting my personal desires for travel on hold for the time being, I am a strong believer in uprooting your entire life for the sake of a new opportunity. This is my father’s doing: growing up with a father who spent most of his youth traveling across America with the circus just does something to a person.

Just Kids

This book makes me cry a lot. I sit on the bus reading it and have to turn my face to the sun so that I can pretend my moist eyes are from the sneezing that the bright light invites. I’m moved to the core by Patti’s devotion for Robert and Robert’s for Patti. It’s not just that they love each other unconditionally but that this love never wanes.

Confessions of a Prairie Bitch

Her stories of hurt, anger, and isolation brought forth painful childhood memories I thought I had long tucked away. I spent much of my youth bullied by the same kinds of mean girls Nellie represented. I remember the day the most popular girl in the school gave me a note from my…

Marley & Me

John’s descriptions of Labrador retrievers are spot-on—the tail commentary makes me grin; I’m always making fun of Molly for her big butt knocking over everything. My in-laws yelp when Molly comes near them—apparently, her tail is like a whip and leaves welts on them, something I apparently never notice.

Same Kind of Different As Me

As a Christian, these gritty narratives challenge me, but I think that even if I wasn’t a Christian, I would be moved by the absolute trust given under the strangest of circumstances, by the lack of motive behind the giving, and by the levels of faith played…

The Oracles

Grandma Patricia is a delightful bundle of contradictions. Along with being quite superstitious, she’s a devout Catholic and passes out condoms in her village. She is the grandmother I imagine I would have had, not just because of her liberal ideas on contraception, but…

Faery Tale

For me, learning about faery paths, faery forts, and faery bridges invokes the sense of wonderment that Pike strives to capture. I now look at things differently when I’m out walking. Maybe a faery left that rock, shell, or feather lying across my path. Who knows?

A Friend Like Ben

The end of the book finishes off with a short piece of writing by George that he wrote when he was fourteen. His words are sweet, endearing, funny, poignant—a true insight into an autistic child’s world. There are many people who try to explain how an autistic…

Call of A Coward

It can be a very difficult time of testing and fear when a minister and his family are between assignments. Speaking from personal experience, because that’s precisely where I find myself today after over 25 years in full-time vocational ministry, it…

To Hell and Back

I hear the voices of each of Audie’s friends, and laugh at their jokes as if they were next to me. I feel a deep sadness and grow angry when they die, and I realize that the story…

Treading Water

I’m sitting here, in my mildly jet-lagged and highly caffeinated state, reading the disclaimer of Braman’s book where she talks about how she’s not responsible for the water that comes into your life while reading her book. Meanwhile, I can actually feel my hair growing into…

Prisoner of Tehran

Unloved, she continues. Beaten, she continues. Raped, she continues. Forced to convert from Christianity to Islam, she continues. Watching her friends tortured and killed, she goes on. Watching her husband killed and made to go back to prison, she goes on. Released into sorrow and insensitivity, she continues. This woman has an incredible will to live. And she doesn’t just continue or…