While away in Paris I read a book that I felt compelled to blog about…
Amid the excitement of being on holiday, I picked it up whenever I had an opportunity (even while battling travel-induced nausea on the Eurostar) finding myself lost in this raw, stunning memoir.
It’s called Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? by Jeanette Winterson.
I recommend it to readers of this blog, as I know many of you are writers. It’s one of those books that made me yearn for my laptop, desperate to just write… stuff… anything… something.
Jeanette writes about her difficult adoptive childhood in a small, terraced home in Accrington. It tells of the horrors of her youth, somehow elegantly, and how they affected her adulthood. The reader is then taken on a journey as she tries to fit the pieces together. Her thoughts on the subject of adoption are particularly striking.
Winterson’s writing is exceptional. I found myself snorting with laughter on many an occasion, then welling up with tears, often grabbing my boyfriend’s arm to read him delicious sentences that I couldn’t help but scan over and over again…
The author of this memoir has an astonishing wisdom. In the middle of harrowing descriptions of her experiences, she weaves spot-on observations about our existence that wowed me.
Thank you Jeanette for writing such a fantastic memoir, it’s now on the bookshelf on my desk with my favourites.