This year, I want to finish my queue no matter how questionable the book. I look at my queue and am puzzled. What was I thinking buying some of these books?
That said, every book I finished in January was a re-read of a memoir…
I wanted to re-read Leandra Medine Cohen’s book through the new lens. Along with every reader of the defunct website, I was shocked at the abrupt shuttering of Man Repeller less than a half year after Medine Cohen stepped down.
The lack of thought or care of the closure left a bad taste. It further shaded the allegations that Medine Cohen failed those of color on the Man Repeller.
Leandra (after reading such personal experiences, I feel like I can call her by her first name) filters her personal experiences through the lens of the articles of clothing she associates with or wore during notable life experiences.Lucindervention circa 2018
I no longer feel like I can call her Leandra. After reading her brief send off, I just cannot relate.
I read Stories I Only Tell My Friends by Rob Lowe at the beginning of the pandemic. It was immediately after I returned from the hospital after giving birth and was awake at all hours of the night.
Y’all, I really liked this one. Rob Lowe walks the reader through his childhood and into parenthood. Along the way he details filming The Outsiders and Class, clashes and negotiations with West Wing staff, and dating royalty, actresses, and eventually the woman who would become his wife.
It just so happens, he was on a late night show immediately after I finished this book. He recounted dodging the rain with Andy Warhol and Cornelia Guest, which was also one of the stories he shares in his book. I won’t go into details but this one involved drawing cats with crayons on a paper tablecloth.
Confession: I consider myself a Diet Bravo-holic. I am a regular viewer of the Real Housewives of New York, Beverly Hills, and Salt Lake City, as well as Southern Charm.
This is the second memoir I have read from a cast member and of the latter and the first re-read. Cameron serves straight forward talk about motherhood and makes me feel as though I am not the failure that Instagram would lead me to believe.
One Day You’ll Thank Me: Essays on Dating, Motherhood, and Everything in Between needs to be required reading for every reluctant mother-to-be or potential reluctant mother-to-be.