Lit

I listened to Mary read this book and didn't think I would love it. But, when I finished, I ordered a hard copy because her poetic use of language is something to be appreciated and pondered and maybe even highlighted.

This is a story of recovery and finding a higher power. More than that though, it was about forgiveness. Forgiving her mother (we met her in The Liar's Club and forgiving seemed a big ask!), and forgiving herself. She starts the book with her writing career and her beginnings as a poet, her love affair with her husband, and the drink. Then she sorts herself out in the way of detangling a rope left under a bench–one knot at a time.

I didn't expect to like this as much as I did or be moved by the poetry she shares. Such a heart-tugging story makes reminds me that being vulnerable in writing is not being weak.

“How much smaller the large places are once we're grown up, when we have car keys and credit cards.”