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Stitches: A Handbook on Meaning, Hope and Repair by Anne Lamott

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4.0

A one-sitting book in which one should, perhaps, take notes. Next time, I'll read it in one sitting, with pen and notebook nearby.
Birth, Breath, and Death: Meditations on Motherhood, Chaplaincy, and Life as a Doula by Amy Wright Glenn

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4.0

A beautiful glimpse into a building a life and career filled with empathy and compassion. At times, Glenn's writing becomes ethereal and esoteric, lifting above an emotional plane even I felt capable or desiring of connecting to and found terribly distracting. The story woven throughout of her relationship with her mother was moving and painful to relate to. I am drawn to the paths she chose to nurture, and loved hearing both how her experiences led her to Unitarian Universalism, and how she expresses and experiences her faith as a UU while holding the meaningful faith experiences of her childhood close. I'm really looking forward to her new book.
Furiously Happy: A Funny Book about Horrible Things by Jenny Lawson

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5.0

Once, when I was much more married than I am now, my husband and I got busted for things parents have to drive to the lake and do in their van because kids at home and all. The officer said something about unsuspecting Boy Scouts camping (but not that day - we have morals...well, I do, anyway) and made us leave.

Driving down a very dark, winding road, I creeped myself out by asking him what we'd do if suddenly confronted by a man standing in the road with a shotgun drawn. After telling me I was crazy, A MAN APPEARED WITH A SHOTGUN! I shit you not. I flew to the floorboard, screaming, while he (the husband, not the One With the Shotgun) died laughing and slammed on the brakes.

He swore it was a possum and for ten years, he'd scream, "POSSUM!!" when we drove down dark roads. I'm sure that explains the only time we managed to squeeze almost three years between kids.

Whoever thought I'd meet my possum sister in a book about being crazy?
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

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4.0

I absolutely adored this book, but couldn't bring myself to afford it that final star. The conclusion was everything I dislike of fiction: predictable, abrupt, and leaving far too many questions unanswered, far too many scenes unseen.