
Some books you just have to read as if you were boarding a rollercoaster. You can’t figure it out necessarily; you just get on and ride until the thing comes to an end. Told in over 530 mini-chapters (even those are divided into short paragraphs or sentences), the novel is narrated by a woman who writes/doctors Hollywood scripts. In the meantime, she deals with a daughter trying (mostly not) to get off methadone. There is the Deaf Lady. There is Hollis, a male friend. First husband, second husband. A cat. It seems that this narrator really doesn’t have it together, mentally, but she does her best. And if I’m right about the narrator’s mental state, the author knocks this one out of the park.
TUES: A Writer's Wit | Barbara Cooney
WEDS: A Writer's Wit | Betsy Byars
THURS: A Writer's Wit | Randy Shilts
FRI: My Book World | Russell Freedman, Lincoln: A Photobiography