I read widely from many genres. Perhaps this blog will feature fewer ratings and reviews, but I certainly intend to write about my reading life - it's the subject I most find myself wanting to talk about.
Recently, TV host Padma Laskhimi released a memoir entitled "Love, Loss, and What We Ate." Celebrity memoirs are "fine, whatever." They might be interesting or might be a cash-in opportunity. I fear that because Ms. Lakshimi is ex-model gorgeous, the host of a popular TV show, and probably has dishy tales to tell about the infamous literary celebrity Salman Rushdie, her book will become super-popular, and people will think her somewhat-clever title takes precedence. Over what?
Ilene Beckerman's charming, bittersweet 1995 memoir, "Love, Loss, and What I Wore" is a volume of little sketches of moments from Beckerman's life, each accompanied by a cartoon she drew of herself in the garments she remembers. The book is affecting, as Beckerman experiences loss from a very young age and moves straight through life as a survivor carrying those burdens in a way so many women can relate. It deserves to be remembered. Do look for it.
The word for this book is "poignant."
And when you find it, remember, Beckerman's clever title came first; Lashimi's is the "borrow" or the "takeoff."