I wanted to love this book.
I really, really did.
I love Amy Tan’s writing
and there were parts in this that made me
stop and take notice,
made me stop
so I could say the words out loud…
“Through writing, I dive into wonderment and come up
with corpses, whale sharks, pirates, and the head of a rose.”
And I love memoirs.
Especially writer’s memoirs.
I want to see how their brain works,
take out the pieces, bit by bit
and examine them under a microscope…
to study the synapses, the fires and misfires,
wondering how did you get here from
But this one, well, maybe I was too hopeful.
There is no easy, nice way to say it…
I struggled off and on with the book
but the letters to her editor
just completely lost me…
I finished it only so that I could say that I finished it
and that’s not how you want to finish a book.
2.5 out of 5 ♥♥♥♥♥’s
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